Kabru nuzzles his throat, pants into his feathers, finer as they go up his jaw. His plain omnivore teeth aren't as good for tearing in just anywhere. A mouthful of feathers or fur isn't ideal. Laios isn't remotely as easy to eat as Kabru is. But... the snakeskin.

Kabru pulls Laios down, into a locking caress in the grass, and bites the back of his neck. His teeth scrape and clack without managing the first time, but the second time he bites to eat, and blood gushes in his mouth as he tears away a chunk of emerald skinned flesh. He laps the blood, like Laios did. And he chews, and chews, and chews. And swallows.