Rare Maw

'When comparing the rare Maw to its pink common cousin, it's tempting to classify this maroon ball of fur as... well, not a Maw at all. Sprouting spindly horns, a mated goatee and, of course, beady little eyes, this ain't your mama's Maw. It fancies itself a master hunter, tickling its quarry into submission with its horns. No one has plucked up the courage to tell the Rare Maw that cupcakes can't run away anyhow. Please don't spoil its fun.'