Moonspear informal disco

Something strange happened when Galaxy sank her teeth into the meat. At first, she intended to only take a small bite and chew it lengthily, as she had become accustomed to doing. But, suddenly, she pictured the dead rabbit as Vela. She felt a rush of anger course through her, so uncharacteristic for the chipper child. She growled and opened her jaws wider, tearing off a large hunk and swallowing it whole. Then she did it again. And again. Until the rabbit—and her sister's ugly words—was nothing but a memory.

It was her first square meal in weeks, and Galaxy's system couldn't quite handle it. Even as she swallowed her last bite, it came rushing up her throat. She jumped to her feet as she vomited on the grass beside the stream. Perhaps half of what she'd eaten now lay in a pile of mush. She fleetingly considered eating it right back up again, but her stomach rolled in protest.

Licking her sour chops, Galaxy instinctively turned to take a cleansing drink instead, though that just came right back out as well. She made a loud gagging noise as the water splashed back into the stream. She didn't know what to do now, so she flopped onto her haunches and looked beseechingly at Hydra.