Satilaesa then stretched out her neck to grab the roast leg of horse that was about to hit the ground, eating with her neck tilted upward in Pride.
This was her own hard-won prize, not something thrown to her by humans.
Such a grand display naturally drew applause and cheers from the crowd of onlookers. As a result, the rims of Satilaesa's ears reddened.
Behind her, the two younger Hatchlings were not as particular: the third-born red Hatchling Octavia and the second-born green Hatchling Svetlana accepted everything that came their way. It didn't take long before their stomachs were round with fullness.
But driven by Wrath and Greed, their tails flickering, the food quickly churned in their bellies—warm as forges and corrosive as dissolution pools—rapidly turning into 'alchemical material' and being excreted.
