inspiration desperation ._. grave robbing

The smell of rotting flesh had always rubbed Romulus the wrong way, but with his time on this damned Earth, he had grown used to it. Even so, when the first breeze passed his nose, he paused in his patrol. As the light from above beat down on his multicolored pelt, he stood frozen in place with his head raised and nose pointing upwards. Peculiar. The scent was coming from nearby. A paw slowly traversed forward. One by one, he stepped closer to the scene.

The rustling in the underbrush caused rounded ears to upturn. Only moments later did he see Inferno standing over Anthemtalon, quipping on about... eating fresher food? Turning the corner, he peaked over the girl's shoulder. His eyes focused down at the ground as the lizard grinded on, only to realize what laid before him moments later. Flesh splayed out across the floor with every crunch, maggots and bugs swarming whatever remains they could get a grip on. Dried blood stained whatever viable piece of fur the dead had. Needless to say, the sight and the smell was... well... interesting at the very least.

"Anthemtalon," he announced firmly. "Rather than eating the dead-" The rotting ones at least. "-how about we go grab something different like Inferno suggested?" Something that didn't reek of death. If he wanted to continue eating corpses, then Romulus would only suggest the pirates that died on their land out of respect.