Munch. Munch. Munch.
Silence.
Silence engulfed the area. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds of flesh being ripped and torn, bones being crunched on like snacks, and the periodic spurts of blood landing on the floor. With each crunch of bone and each gurgle of blood, Ethoss would glance up at the hyenas around him, seemingly to tease or provoke them.
He was eating their kin; what were they going to do about it?
Nothing. The monsters around him could only watch Ethoss with caution. The smaller hyenas repeatedly peeked at their leader as if to ask "Is it okay to run away yet".
However, the leader seemed to be in hesitation. It was hungry, very hungry - they all were. It had been weeks of eating nothing but scraps. The only time it ever gotten a proper chance to eat a fulfilling meal was when one of its kin died during a hunt.
