Ouroboros Spine mines (danger!)

oh god please smack me for my late ass reply @_@

a good spirit.
lómion was blind to it, for all he saw was a bird awaiting its last breath. a pitiful thing that stood on the line between living and a meal. he had the sudden urge then to reach forward and crush it between his jaws.
the rising nape of his fur flattened. the feeling was gone just as soon as it came.
ok. he scurried off towards a nearby pile of snow and began to bring it back in little mouthfuls that stung his gums.