may nothing get rejected ._. rotten food ._. may nothing get infected

Devraj approaches without a single word to the group, just giving a nod to Anthemtalon. He could at least appreciate the effort the other gave to hunt for the group, but the others were right- they weren’t like them. They couldn’t digest ‘rotten’ food, but thankfully, the hybrid was able to with his mutated digestive system. He could handle it, no problem. Why waste a perfectly good meal if there’s someone else in the room who can enjoy it?

That being said, the dragon-kitsune sniffed the goat corpse, giving a nod of approval. Removing his mask, Devraj unhinged his jaws, picking up the corpse into his mouth and started to simply swallow it whole. It wasn’t exactly the best thing to do in front of the children, but hell, this was a group known for being weird, obsessed with violence, and being cursed, right? Time to be cursed.

Licking his lips with his monitor tongue a few times, he looked over at the others finally. “It’s best to not waste it, I suppose. Glad I got here when I could.” He simply shrugged, close to giving them a chuckle before turning to address Anthemtalon.

“Tastes good. For them,” he pointed a paw in the other’s directions, “not good. Can become sick. Can’t eat.” Devraj hoped that would get through to the monitor. “Need fresh.”