Taking the moment to relax was as enjoyable as ever for Sabine, but she too had to get up and move. She slowly pushed herself off Peiter and stood to her feet, looking around and sniffing the air. There was no game that she could detect save for birds. She did feel somewhat hungry, but she did not feel the urge to hunt as strongly as she would have thought. She just needed to do something, anything. Her eyes scanned around, but landed on Peiter again. She waited until he got up, then crouched low and pounced at him. She was not normally one for play fighting, but she was different in this form. It would be good for getting out some extra energy and having some fun before they shifted back.

The reluctant pieces that each Tzirret and Ma'tanza took from the sow made it look less like the strongest getting the biggest share and more like two people being polite to the point of fault. It dragged out the meal to the point where Tzirret actually felt surprisingly full by the end of it. Tzirret tore the last tendon off the now very skeletal looking sow and looked to Ma'tanza as he snapped it up. He licked at his teeth and the blood on his arms for a few moments, but found that he was at a loss. A werelion face was not as expressive as a Khajiit face, so Tzirret got the odd feeling that he was being judged as Ma'tanza looked on.

"Are you...still hungry?" Tzirret asked, speaking for the first time in this form today, "Not much game left in this place, this one thinks."

In an effort to be more friendly, Tzirret nervously strode over to Ma'tanza's side and seated himself. He did not quite resist his beast spirit's whim to lick the blood on her face until he had already done so once. This time, though, he tried not apologising.