Feral Madness

The alerts floated in his sight as he finished feasting off of the last hobgoblin. Keng wiped his mouth. The rage-anger haze Keng was still there. He felt the insatiable hunger. He stood up from the now dead corpse of a female hobgoblin and looked around. He had almost destroyed the entire cave. Debris and dust was everywhere and the rage-anger haze was making it hard for him to focus.

Keng didn't know about the downfall to his 'live feasting' and if he did, he wouldn't have been able to control himself, anyways. The young Fox Spirit ended acting upon his primal instincts. Feast or be feasted. He devoured all the souls from the hobgoblins and casually moved to the back. There was a crude door that was half falling off. He tore it open and looked around.

Clothes, coins, weapons, they were all here. He mindlessly grabbed his weapons and began to turn when he managed to think a single thought.

'Take it all.'