Ouroboros Spine Let’s Get Sexy…Ugh

Red meat. Of some kind. If a buffalo walked into the forest and he was somehow able to take it down on his own, that would have been fucking awesome. As was, he needed to look for something smaller. But not that pheasant. Kero frowned at it, letting the bird wander on its way as he looked for something a little heartier. Why... of all weeks... did this have to be the one where they'd failed their pack hunt? Karma hated his guts.

Karma also gave him a rabbit. 

It wasn't exactly what he'd been looking for, but it would do. He chased down the furry freak with the ears, killed it, and brought it back to the stream where Kroc was laying. She was hanging in there. She'd be fine. If he could get a little food on her, she'd be good to go. 

Kero set the rabbit down on the ground and stepped back into the water. The coverings on her wounds were fine and the bleeding had stopped. All was good there. "Got a rabbit for you," he said, circling back over to it. He nudged it towards her on the shore before sitting down. "Eat this and you should be fine. That stuff I put on you should be good to fall off naturally."