“I’m a carnivore! I admit it, okay! I need meat to live!” Joachim said, rearing up on his hind legs to emphasis the point. “I admit it; I’ve had to go skulking in the woods to get a hold of some unlucky rabbit or badger that crossed my path every now and again. This isn’t the eastern border with Griffonia. Most ponies are certainly not that understanding of someone sapient needing to kill and eat something else to live. Now that you know the truth of it, are you going to give me Tartarus for it as well?” Joachim said, now closer to Handy and jabbing a claw at his chest.