Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

Fox, maybe a coyote. He was surprised it managed to get away. Granted, the initial injury probably wasn't as bad as what it had turned into. 

He really didn't want to put his mouth anywhere near it. But Phobos was right. They needed to break it off. And Pepper had promised to get him food. The kill was easy for once, so it made sense it'd have repercussions. 

He carefully placed his teeth on the rabbit's paw. That part hadn't been infected yet. Then, put his paw on the rabbit's hip and pulled. He felt tension, then give, the leg dislocating at the hip audibly. He kept pulling as the skin stretched out before tearing. Once he'd finished, he flung the leg away with his head, then licked his muzzle. 

"All yours," he said. He'd wait on the fish. His appetite was officially gone.