Roughened and muddy, the young Aeris warrior was busily shredding the carcass of a poor, unsuspecting hare. His family had been lingering in the cool climes of the north for a few weeks now, though his father seemed keen to start preparations to move them elsewhere once summer approached. He didn't particularly care, any new sights were welcome. Not to mention, his father would be able to teach him new skills for fighting on the different terrains all over the place. What more could a boy want? He spit chunks of fur and hide all over the place as he eagerly tore away the animal's skin to get to the still-warm meat beneath. Part of the fun of small prey was not having to share. And he was very keen to avoid that as much as possible. His siblings were always up in his business, and he wanted to take a moment to desecrate a rabbit in peace. Budding tusks caught the edges of delicate bone and he yanked them up and away, snapping the thin ribs to get to the organ meat within. The cold weather threatened to steal away the pleasure of a warm carcass, so he worked quickly and carelessly to get to the good bits. Miscellaneous fluids soaked the bright fur of his muzzle, staining the downy fluff with shades of pink and red. Crunch, crunch, squelch, squish. He devoured the warm organ meat with zeal, colourful tail thumping happily against the snow-dusted ground. When it came to the rest of the carcass, he started to slow a bit. It wasn't as fun to break open femurs and humerii for the marrow, compared to the glee of decimating a rib cage.

Speaking of being up in Valerian's shit... Cosmas was boooored. They were very ready to move on to the next place their father was taking them, even if they might not get to see their purple friend in a while because of it, the thing was when they weren't playing with that other pup they were just surrounded by the same old scenery and there was only so much they could do with their siblings before they started cottoning on to whatever scheme Cos had managed to think up, a change of scenery would give them a whole new world to plot with. Still poking fun at their brother was less boring than just hanging out by themselves. "Vaaaaaal" They sang as they bounced towards their bigger brother, not that their whole family wasn't bigger than they were. "Whatchu got?" The said, pressing into their brother to peer at the rabbit carcass at his paws. Looked liked Val had already torn most of it apart now. Cosmas wrinkled their nose and stepped back to look at their brother closer, gore splattered all over his muzzle. Gods they swore they were the only one here who was civilized... Or maybe it was just that their pelt seemed to stain worse than everyone else, what with their paler coloration. Cosmas

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As though summoned by the absence of chaos, thus appeared one of his siblings. Lifting his head to peer over his shoulder, there was Cos. With a low grunt, he licked the viscera from his downy jowls. "Lunch." he intoned casually, pausing his evisceration of the poor dead thing to endure Cos' sudden interest in his personal space. It didn't last long, and the pale Aeris child took a half step away to scowl at him. A taunting grin, budding tusks and fangs all stained in crimson put on full display for the smaller pup. With his personal bubble unoccupied by pestering siblings, he returned to his half-lunch-half-playtime. Clutching a tiny rabbit foot between his incisors, he pulled and pulled until it came loose with a quiet pop and dribbled blood all over his chest. Lazily and noisily he crunched away at the thin bones, until he got bored of annoying his sibling with the noise. "Whaddaya want?" he drawled, casting a wary side eye their way. "I'm not sharing." he added, mostly to reaffirm his status as the biggest and meanest between the two of them. Cos wasn't one to challenge him, nor was he particularly worried that they might decide to change their stance on their relationship, but it felt nice to assert his dominance. Troubling development for everyone in the future, but that wasn't his problem. "Did da kick you out for the day?" he asked after a moment, looking around for any familiar flashes of colour. Their dad tended to send them off at dawn, with the expectation that they didn't come back until sunset. Something about peace and quiet. Whatever.