For the most part, we carnivores do not eat other carnivores. We prefer to eat our vegetarian friends.
I say, if you're going to eat a creature alive, you have to expect some screaming. That is the carnivore's burden.
The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.
You stupefied me. We waxed, Carnivores, late and alight In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.