[ Apologies for the long absence - lost reliable and secure internet access for a rather long length of time. ]<br/><br/>Watching Ferya tie up the tigress, Anya finds herself running through many of the same mental exercises as her concerning the fate of the tigress.  Deciding who would get the pleasure of that meal could come later, though, and right now she was more concerned with their eventual meal finding a way to get loose.  Looking over the knots, she seems satisfied though - while they lacked in complexity somewhat compared to the ones she had learned during her pirating days, Ferya had had compensated with sheer volume.  "Sure.  Course, we're not all gonna fit in the wagon unless we get real comfortable with one-another."  Her tone doesn't seem to suggest that she's opposed to it, but Elisia was likely going to be another story entirely.<br/><br/>With the tigress secured, Anya turns back toward Wilnomna to give her leg another look, only to see her well into the process of teasing Elisia with what remained of her meal, before she gave one last gulp as the shapely legs of the unfortunate half-elf slide from view.  Watching as the bulge slowly slides down her torso before practically disappearing into her lower body, Anya just shakes her head as she starts to realize just how much the centauress could likely eat before being anything more than inconvenienced by her meals.  She'd heard of this particular facet of centaur biology before, and especially of how it was exploited during their larger raids with entire nomad camps disappearing down the gullets of only a handful of centaurs, but seeing it firsthand was a very different experience.<br/><br/>Patting her own gurgling stomach, she looks back at the wagon, then back to the rest of the group.  "Well, we should probably figure out what we want to do at this point.  Staying here for the night might be best with Wilnomna's leg as it is, but there's no telling who or what might show up during the night."