[Rocket flattens himself against the branch, feeling particularly smug (which is odd- like many emotions he keeps feeling, they come in fits and starts and serve to confuse him more than they help him). Still, the gnawing in his gut continues- a pang of loneliness and feeling like something is missing here.
The whining doesn't make it easier. There's a victory in making the predator suffer, but also a pang of sympathy. Odd.
Something moves in the hollow of the tree and Rocket turns to see a small furry creature- much smaller than he is- exit a hole, likely stirred out of hiding by the sounds of the wolf below. It's less than cautious- like Rocket, it believes it's safe- so it doesn't notice when Rocket turns and catches it by the middle with his sharp teeth, biting down until its spine breaks. It's easy to kill, but not the kind of food he prefers.
At the same time, it's way too small to be anything more than a morsel for the wolf, but he drops it down anyway.]
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The whining doesn't make it easier. There's a victory in making the predator suffer, but also a pang of sympathy. Odd.
Something moves in the hollow of the tree and Rocket turns to see a small furry creature- much smaller than he is- exit a hole, likely stirred out of hiding by the sounds of the wolf below. It's less than cautious- like Rocket, it believes it's safe- so it doesn't notice when Rocket turns and catches it by the middle with his sharp teeth, biting down until its spine breaks. It's easy to kill, but not the kind of food he prefers.
At the same time, it's way too small to be anything more than a morsel for the wolf, but he drops it down anyway.]