Redhawk Caldera My mind's a jungle, it's dark and wild

He did not go far; he was too hungry. His nails dug into his ration as his teeth tore into it, shearing off chunks that all but choked him as he hastily gulped them down. His eyes did not stop scanning from his littermates to his parents, and the hair along his spine remained bristled. The noise of his chewing, gulping, partial choking and coughing was punctuated with short growls.

Ferret fed so fast that part way through he staggered back and retched most of it back up, with long strands of mucus and bile strung from his mouth to the barely chewed pile. But, waste not want not. He savagely re-consumed what he had spat up, before taking his gluttony back to what was left.