Fiona took was disappointed when she finished emptying out Eyle's pockets, but that was to be expected. Her foe had been a fighter and thus had been equipped as such. Fiona took the three things that she had use for (the gold, earrings and arrows) and lay the rest out on he ground. Perhaps her companions would find some use for these items. After that she placed the earrings in her ears, feeling a little enlightened as she did so.<br/><br/>Then Fiona turned to Eyle's unconscious body. As much as that armor was going to be a pain on the way down, it would take much too long to remove it. Besides, eventually Eyle would just be removed from it. That decision being made, Fiona proceeded to eat her foe. She did it slowly, savoring every bit of the enemy that entered her mouth, every bit her stomach slowly stretched out. Fiona didn't enjoy eating members of her race quite as much as she did eating mousefolk. However, she greatly enjoyed the feeling of knowing that she was superior to yet another one of her fellow catfolk and knowing that her odds of finding a mate had just increased a little bit more.<br/><br/>Fiona found that her meal was over sooner than she liked, a hefty bulge having been made in her midsection. Her only misgiving was that Eyle was unconscious. She would have loved to feel her squirm.