Anirus lay on his back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his little body as the day went on. He was a bit tired from running around so much, so it was a perfect place to stay. Open, letting the breeze hit his little body, quite soothing for the most part. He was so relaxed he didn't even notice the sound of feet pattering their way toward him.

He opened his eyes when the sun went away though, seeing the sweat-coated underside of a green paw. He yelped, but it was no use. The paw came slamming down on him, but the pads were enough to keep him from crushing immediately... The fur smelled like a foot that had just been out of a large boot, and the sweat had already dampened the front of his body... He whimpered, his face burred into the underside of Ziika's paw as she lifted it, looking down to see what she felt...

The fur tangled around his wrists and legs, the tiny limbs getting trapped. He lifted along with it, and dare not struggle. The sweat burned his eyes as she continued along her way. 10 hours later, Ziika misplaced a step on a flat rock, smashing the little Ani into her sole.

(This version of Anirus became Adriel, in Cerolian Sagas)