Ouroboros Spine team rocket

"gotcha!" Cas crowed, stomping down on the back of the hapless hare. it screamed before its spine broke and he swung it high against the backdrop of azurite skies, crowing low in his throat. the boy then growled lowly, crouched, and shook the limp carcass vigorously, prancing as he did so, until a tailspin brought him face to face with a watching wolf.

"oh--" he began, but then a coughing fit racked his body as a tuft of fur torn from the belly of the rabbit escaped down his throat. legs splayed, Cas hacked until he could breathe again, and then looked up again at the wolf, who looked kinda fat from here. how could anyone be fat right after a famine?  "sorry," he mumbled.