Kaleeth made quick work of her kill, prying apart the plates with her claws to get at the meat within. A dreugh's shell could actually be boiled to make a tough, lightweight armor, not that Kaleeth was anywhere near lucid enough to think about that. Some of the leftover plates could be usable, but many had been damaged by her teeth or claws. Regardless, Kaleeth eventually regained control to the point that she was more directly in control of her own action. She finished off as much as the meat as she could pry from its shell, which did sate her beast spirit considerably. It did not take much to satisfy a werecrocodile, and while it could have more, it would live. 

Now that Kaleeth was unquestionably in control, she immediately wanted to turn back, not that she actually knew how to do that. Being in this form was frightening...though there was something about it she noticed during her kill that wasn't quite so bad. She felt capable, [i]very[/i] capable. Her jaws could bisect a crocodile and rend armor plates. Her claws were almost like shortswords in length and tough like steel, and the muscles backing them up gave her a type of strength she never thought she would be able to feel. Curiously, Kaleeth reached down and picked up one of the broken chitin plates of the ground and squeezed it as hard as she could, snapping it into two pieces. Even if it had already been broken off, that was no small feat. Nevertheless, Kaleeth's fear of her current form meant she would certainly turn back soon without input from Janius.