Faster than Izzy realized, the child snatched the donut from her hand and scampered away with it. Another instant later, he was scarfing it down like a starving animal. The pastry was gone in three bites. The child stood a bit further than arm's length from Izzy, chewing rapidly as he wiped the crumbs from his face with the back of his sleeve, still eyeing her warily. Once he gulped it down, he padded back over toward Izzy, once again reaching for the donut box.

Honestly, he seemed little better than an animal in this state. That thought drew an uncomfortable connection to Riley accusing Izzy of having made Cerasus into her pet. Still, if nothing else, she had found a food he liked. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage in some way or another. Izzy deliberately steered clear of the thought of "training" him, not wanting to venture down that road.