Rocket snorts again and imagines vultures too fat to even fly just lazing around on the ground. It would have been a hilarious sight and an interesting compiled effect. Vultures becoming food for wolves and bears and then smaller scavengers, who would feed more vultures, small predators, and other scavengers.

He has never been the biggest fan of the food chain, given his uncertain place on it as small as he is. He makes up for it with ferocity but the manticore had proven that wouldn't always work. And now Lylla was in the equation as well.

"I'm just glad whatever ripped us out of the ground decided to do it after the rotting part ended." After a pause he rubs at his own arm, pushing his fur back against the grain. "And without rot."

Which makes another thought occur to him.

"I didn't have any injuries when I came back." He should have. The thing had been dead set on eating him. Rocket hadn't been alive for that and he's glad, but it makes him wonder how his body even came back from that.