In here, it still doesn't feel like that hunger could be satisfied... but it's not a frantic feeling anymore. It's less a gnawing distraction and more a capacity. An ability to take more in—to taste and eat, and eat.

That does not necessarily reflect how frantic Kabru may feel on his own account, though.

Laios drags his claws down Kabru's back, tearing his shirt. "Sorry—"