And just like that, there was no one the pack had left alive. There was still the thrill of the moment running through Fendros' mind by the time Meesei decided to take her share of the kill, so his beast form looked on hungrily as the corpse was torn apart. As the rest of the pack took their turns to feed, it was enough time for Fendros' Dunmer mind to gain some footing. Different parts of his mind began to push and shove once more. He was disgusted at the gore, at other Dunmer being ripped to shreds, but the other end of his mind wanted to join in and feast.

Anxiety swept over his entire demeanour by the time it was his turn. It was at the point where his footsteps were slow, reluctant. This wasn't like feasting on beasts or animals like it was with Meesei. Even if some of the food that he might have tasted in their stores could have been humanoid, even Dunmer, to have it all in front of him was tearing him in two. He stepped up to what was left of the Dunmer woman, and took in the scent. Fresh meat. This attempt to control was as futile as any other time and Fendros knew it. He let go and tried not to observe too much of what his beast form did. By the time he had regained some semblance of control, he felt somewhat sated and had blood dripping from his claws and his mouth. The corpse was a scatter of bone and viscera, unrecognisable. [i]Oh Ancestors, what have I done now?[/i] Fendros thought sullenly. He suddenly felt exhausted, as if the reality of the situation had completely evaporated his energy. [i]I can't... this is...[/i] he fell to his haunches and kept his eyes away from the contact of others in the pack. He wondered whether it was even worth trying to transform back now. He was a monster, he had just been reminded of that with his worst fear. What was the point of pretending otherwise?