Dren heard what Angela said about eating the meat, but he wasn't going to stop just because of that. She spoke to the newcomer and introduced the rest, Dren kept shoveling meat into his mouth, the meat getting rarer and rarer as he kept pulling small steaks from the main platter. When it emptied, a server replaced it with another mountain of meat, but he didn't feel full at all. He longed for more and more, almost to an obsession...<br/><br/>It was when he reached for another slab of meat from the fresh platter did a server pass by behind him. The girl, heavily laden with empty trays was doing an impressive balancing act of silver platters in her hands, and pitchers of water in her arms, when she passed behind Dren....then stepped on his tail.<br/><br/>Instead of a screech and a hiss a normal cat would have made, Dren roared like a lion as he roared in pain and jumped, his adrenaline running high. Platters and pitchers crashed to the floor and the poor girl screamed in fright. In the confusion, Dren had found himself atop the girl on her back, his hand around her throat and claws drawn back to attack, his eyes white with fury.<br/><br/>Again he growled at the girl who whimpered in fear beneath him and someone grabbed his wrist he had pulled back for an attack. His head snapped to the right to find Angela who had grabbed him, then he suddenly broke from his frenzy, his eyes returning to normal. Another whimper from the girl made him realize what he was doing and he quickly released the poor girl from his grasp.<br/><br/>"I-I'm so sorry." he stammered, "W-what happened?" Then it hit him. The rush of adrenaline pushed the chemical through his blood and he felt the raw urges coarse through him. He felt hot, like his muscles were on fire and he just wanted to run, and only the wind through his fur would feel better.<br/><br/>The pain started in his stomach and he doubled over in pain, then an uncontrollable surge of energy rushed through him and he began to shake. His arms and legs screamed to move, to run....to hunt.<br/><br/>"I...." he panted, "I have to go. I-I'm sorry." He struggled to his feet and headed straight towards the halls of the stone castle, back to the arch where the exit appeared. Once in the halls of the ship, his urges still hadn't gone away. Before anyone had a chance to catch up, he started running, first normally, then on all fours, running as fast as he could down the halls. People rushed to get out of the way as he rushed by.<br/><br/>Dren couldn't understand what was going on, and it scared him. The primal urges pushing him on, almost taking him over completely. A door opened down the hall, large double doors to what looked like a cargo area inside. A crew member dodged to the side as he blew by, and into the gym that had been retrofitted into the cargo bay. Dren aimed for the track and kept going, his claws scraping the metal floor as he rounded the track. Breathing hard and running on a few hours sleep he felt exhausted after only a few laps, yet his body burned for more, and pushed him further...<br/><br/>Back in the hall, his translator amulet lay on the cold steel floor having fallen off in the commotion. Above it, Yuri hovered and waited for someone to follow them and help.