Darren glanced at Saria, then eyed everyone in the area. "I'm trying to control myself, but this hunger don't wanna compromise." Darren felt the madness in his head calm down, but the hunger still needed to be sated. Darren glanced down and noticed a whistle which seemed to have fallen out of his own pocket. He picked it up and almost had a flashback, but the images were too blurred to make sense out of. Darren didn't know these people, but he felt like he didn't belong with anybody. Maybe that was him, or maybe that was the instinct of the tiger in him. He pocketed the whistle turned to Saria. "Any other things you care to run at with shiny sticks? If there's food around I'd be grateful if you'd help me out here." he said in a calmer tone. Darren did not trust himself to hunt his own prey at this moment.