Sabine was staring right up at Peiter, blissfully. The vocalisation he made, essentially a purr, even though he was not a cat, sounded relaxing to Sabine. She readjusted and wiped the side of her snout across the warm, soft fur on his chest and seemed to nestle in closer. "I feel...warm. Relaxed." Sabine's form of course made her voice deeper and scratchier, but she sounded content. "This is...new, but I liked it."

When Tzirret tore off the leg he had wanted to take aside, he glanced curiously at Ma'tanza as she stepped away with her own chunk of the kill. She didn't seem to want any conflict. Right now, Tzirret was so hungry that he just tore into the leg he had taken while she ate her portion. By the time Ma'tanza returned, Tzirret had partly sated his hunger and was in a little more control. Instead of snapping his jaw to warn Ma'tanza away, he actually nudged the rest of the corpse forward slightly with his snout and one hand. Then he backed off, motioning for Ma'tanza to eat what she wanted first.