Rats' Dinner: High Fantasy

The rats swarmed around the fallen pony. The pony reared once, trying to escape, before the king rat leapt and caught its throat in his teeth. His compatriots hamstrung the pony and set upon it, biting through its hide with sharp teeth that didn't leave any scrap of food behind. Roger swore. "That pony was going to be dinner in a couple of days, " he said, disgusted. "Damn it all. Satnir is frowning upon me. I swear I'll never dishonor one of your handmaids again," he said, looking up tat the roof of the cave they were trapped in as if the god might banish the rats, set down a bridge, or at least provide a nice fat pony at this evidence of contrition. His companion snorted. "Roger," she said, "you'd dishonor the handmaiden of the God on Earth himself." Roger looked smug for a moment, before the situation sank back in.

Inspiration: "Rats" by Rasputina
Story Potential: High. Not extremely high, but it could be a story.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Pure fantasy, trapped, trying to escape. Oh, and Roger did dishonor the handmaiden of the God on Earth (King).