Since he himself wasn't a picky eater, and Glacia DEFINITELY wasn't, Aoni hadn't ever put much thought into what type of food he was eating.
In his mind, calories were calories, and if they tasted good, awesome; if not, well, he simply would suck it up because beggars can't be choosers.
Every day was a struggle for survival, and without putting forth the effort to make it happen, Aoni would starve; it was as simple as that.
Now, with the newest edition to the family, the lad actually found himself stumped as to what the young fledgling would eat.
'She wouldn't survive off, like, nuts and berries or something like that, right? Considering the size of the monsters I saw in those memories, they should be meat eaters…' Sitting out by the campfire and grilling up some rabbit meat from Glacia's most recent hunt, Aoni kept looking over his shoulder as the floof showed her new sister around the platform.
