For a few moments at least the ebony nightmare feasts undisturbed, tearing into the rich heat of the belly and the meat it exposes, this trespasser punished with her life itself as it sustains his own, fevering fangs tearing willing into that heated flesh to sooth the baying demons of his mind with the was of blood that runs so readily down his throat and brings in its wake a wash of pleasure and satisfaction. His adrenaline begins to sooth and ease, leaving only hunger in its wake as those darkened heckles fall back upon his neck and his tail moves to lower- no longer filled with the rage and fury of battle and permitting, perhaps, his sons to approach if they are bold enough to dare to share in his kill. The approach of Singe is met with a snarl of sorts, foamy, pink saliva spat from his jaws with the effort, warning his white son away from the centre of the kill and the best and richest meat- settling only when the boy takes from the rear before turning his gaze from him. Permitting him to feed as one ear slides back towards Lonhro.

The tall, black child is more nervous then his brother, more aware, remaining back as instinct demands of him, yet to see his brother move forward is to spark some sense of….competitiveness within him as a low rumble rises within his small, growing frame. He does not begrudge Brother Singe his meal, more so, he simply does not wish to be perceived as weaker in any way. If his brother is bold enough to dare to take some meat- then so is he, gangly long limbs lowering himself to the earth, submissive and yet allowing himself to slink forward now as his own fur bristles slightly. He moves to come towards Singe, assured his brother is more willing to share then their sire, emerald eyes narrowed upon the open place Singe has already begun to work on as Lonhro moves forward, waiting for Singe to take a piece before the black child leaps forward to grasp the carcass himself, hauling hurriedly backwards until he feels a chunk tear away. Lonhro himself pivots in place, that lithe, sleek child leaping backward and away from both his brother and father, his stolen meat within his jaws. He has forever been a thief and forever ill continue to be so, it would seem.

Dark ears prick forward, listening, emerald gaze meeting his fathers for a moment before the giant dark male turns away, permitting his son to keep what he has taken and returning to his own meal as Lonhro curls about himself to eat in peace. Head lifted only once more as Tobias speaks, those rasping words hoarse and foreign, so rarely heard from the Alpha male.

“Food. Weak….is food.”

And they would do well to remember it along with the taste of blood so hot and rich.