And not only that, presently the smell of something undeniably delicious started breaking through the tense fear surrounding his mind. And it really smelled good.
He inched closer, and then waited. He wasn't out from under the cover of the couch yet. He needed to be sure. She called to him and that made him freeze, but like last time she called to him nothing happened. Still he waited, just to be sure, all the while the smell of meat filled his nostrils.
He snaked a bit more forward, followed by another pause. This was painstakingly slow, but he had to know nothing was going to happen to him.
After was must have seemed like forever two sets of whiskers and a pink nose poked out from under the couch. The nose was tentatively sniffing the air.