C181 The Wolf Watches the Eagle(2)

In less than thirty seconds, the man had devoured the white substance in his grasp, his tongue sweeping over his palm in a gesture that suggested he was still craving more.

"Seriously, that's all the brain matter from a giant tortoise? Hardly a snack..."

He scrutinized his palm, meticulously inspecting every crevice, ensuring not a speck of the pale purple fluid was missed