Lianth ignored the other's calls, the sound of bones popping and snapping back into new arrangements faintly audible as his chest flattened out to something more like a human and his fore-legs turned to something between a arm and a front leg - thick stocky limbs with workable, if clumsy fingers. Lianth didn't care for the lose of dexterity, he didn't need it for this.<br/><br/>For all the snarling lupinity, there was something distinctly simian and primal about the way he grabbed the Drone roughly and slammed it into the ground over and over to daze it rather than tear it to shreds. The way his jaw came unhinged as he started to stuff the dazed creature's head into his maw was, however, not something remiscient of either man nor wolf - behavior one would expect from a snake.<br/><br/>But it was more time-efficient than picking the thing's carcass clean, Lianth figured. And more<span style="font-style: italic">fun</span>.