Sabine had tired out her beast spirit at this point and it was not putting up any protest to her rational mind. She twisted her snout around Peiter's in an effort to lick him in turn, ensuing a sort of playful fencing between them. Sabine found it amusing. Afterwards, she ended up bringing her arm up and around Peiter's shoulder and trying to pull him onto the ground with her so that she could lay her head on his chest and just be in his scent for a while. For all the fight that she gave beforehand, it seemed that it was more out of instinct than fear or trauma, thus her opinion of Peiter had not changed.

There was a shifting in the undergrowth ahead as Tzirret ran; a stout brown creature trying to bolt off. There it was, his prey. Tzirret was closing the distance fast, but he was surprised to see Ma'tanza shoot past him even as he was running full speed. She caught the sow first, making it squeal in panic before she cracked its neck into silence.

Tzirret slid to a halt again, kicking up leaves in the wake of air he displaced while running. His immediate reaction was a welling of primal anger. This werelion, this smaller creature, it was not powerful enough to challenge his right to a kill! Thankfully, Tzirret caught the thought in its tracks before he could so much as bare his teeth. Ma'tanza was a potential mate, so he implored his beast spirit to share. The conflict between mating and eating was not the easiest one to resolve in Tzirret's transformed mind, but mating eventually won out and he calmed down.

Still, Tzirret licked around his snout as he looked upon the sow being eaten. He [i]was[/i] hungry. Perhaps Ma'tanza would not mind sharing either. He padded up to Ma'tanza, sliding up alongside her, and attempted to tear off a leg of the dead sow for himself.