"Haah..." His breath rasps out of him. He tears Kabru's shirt off in two halves and flings it away, running his hands over him, the paw velveted, the talons drawing red welts. He nuzzles into the crook of Kabru's neck, sniffing, nuzzling—and then bites down, tearing out a chunk of meat, lapping up the hot blood as it spurts from the wound. He chews, and chews. And swallows.

Kabru knows, can feel, that some part of him just became part of Laios instead.