may nothing get rejected ._. rotten food ._. may nothing get infected

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Ever since stumbling upon the lizard when he had slowly trudged into the lands of the Coalition holding fast to a piece of meat, Angelembrace had found a fascination in the giant lazy reptile and his rather different lifestyle compared to the others. The jaguar cub hadn't even seen much of any type of reptile, living in the cold wasn't exactly compatible with a cold-blooded creature of any kid, and so understandably Anthemtalon stood out among his mammalian groupmates. Hunted quite differently too, and the habit of feasting upon rotten meat was arguably one of the more interesting aspects that Angel studied subtly.

After a not so quick nap, Angel had taken a few moments to stretch until his joints cracked and his stomach rumbled, aware of how he could use a bite to eat after some hours of eating nothing. Something small, perhaps, he didn't fare well with eating a lot at once. Amidst his drowsiness, the smell of rotting flesh nearly woke him up completely, as well as almost knocked him off his paws. It wasn't a friendly scent when you weren't prepared. Now, it wouldn't have been very polite to insult the komodo monitor's choice in meat, and the placement implied he wanted to share with everyone, participate in hunting for the group. Which was...kind. A single paw prodded gingerly at the half-eaten corpse, swallowing thickly. Ah, wonderful. "It's a very nice catch." Was what Angel offered as a compliment, which wasn't a lie, so he wasn't being cruel.