The Golden-Haired Rat King looked at the bipedal beast standing in front of it. Its golden fur, shiny with grease, stood on end, and its front paws were pressed against the ground, with its huge rat backside stuck high up in the air.
"Squeak, squeak, where did this ignorant hairless beast come from? Do you not know this is the territory of Lord Rat!"
"Squeak, squeak, you dare to stare at Lord Rat? Do you want to taste the might of Lord Rat!"
That's right, the Golden-Haired Rat King had mistaken Wesley, who was smiling at it, for a hairless demonic beast.
It also didn't sense much of a threat from Wesley, which gave the Golden-Haired Rat King a surge of confidence.
It would scare him off verbally first, then later it would lead its rat subordinates to swarm him. It hadn't expected to have an extra meat meal today.
