Well, this was certainly a turn of events!  Turilia would watch as the witch stalks over to Gorun and his deadly prize, then as that hair shoves itself down the Priestess’s gullet.  She’d watch, blinking and even lowering the hand she’d kept aimed at the Priestess as Albali grabs, pulls, and tugs the bulge in the Priestess’s stomach and pulls Ambrosia back into the world of the un-ingested!<br/><br/>Seeing Ambrosia in such a sad condition, the magus would rest a hand on her own stomach, feeling the form of Lydia’s body under her flesh, digesting just as Ambrosia had been seconds before!  Then Gorun was striking again in his own, bull headed way.  This time, though, Turilia would not watch the spectacle of Gorun eating his catch with disdain, but with desire.  With her predatory instincts still bubbling so close to the surface, she feels delight at watching the bull work to take in his captured prey.<br/><br/>And, thinking of those instincts of hers, led by her wolfish heritage, it leads her to turn those golden eyes back to Kaheksa.  Once she had a moment alone with Kaheksa, and when the woman wasn’t near where the ooze thing was, she WOULD have words with the woman.  A low growl would escape her and those eyes would narrow as she thought of what she’d have to do if Kaheksa proved to be… less willing to listen.