Sawtooth Spire there goes rabbit, he choked

"Intestines..." he repeated, dropping his gaze from his father back to the spilling entrails. He reached forward to give it another prod with his white toes, as Iqniq went on to explain what they were. He had his son's attention as the third born followed his gestures and did his best to comprehend what he was being told. It was a strange concept, but he accepted it with a soft hum of contemplation. His father nudged him, making another comment, and it was then that realization struck and the fox wrinkled his nose. "So poop is being in here?" There was no hiding the look of disgust that became his expression as he looked up at the fiery alpha.

"I eated enough," he said shortly after, taking a step back and seating himself. His brothers could have a turn at the rabbit now, and they could eat the tube of poop, but he was not interested.