Hannibal watched with no small measure of confusion as creatures began engulfing one another left and right. He didn't want to admit it, but he was feeling more than a bit hungry himself right then. Though this was hardly how he was used to consuming his meat---he'd have portioned them up neatly first, perhaps butterflied the pony-beast and trussed her with an apple in her mouth, cook the entrails into a dressing with brioche....<br/><br/>He swiped a claw across his newly-fanged maw; such thoughts weren't helping. He only hoped his stomach wasn't becoming excessively loud as to alert his newfound comrades. They might take fright and flee then, and he might never find out how to become human again.