[No he wants a second bite, swallowing the meat down and going for more. It's not quite enough, he's still so hungry, he wants it he wants it he wants it.

But it's a want now.

It's not the frenzied desperation, he's not quite snapped out of it yet but the insatiable craving is being sated. If Tyr isn't fighting him then Yata seems to be calming down, his scarf reels itself back in and settles into it's normal dormant form, cradling Tyr's arm in his creepy crow claw like it's something precious.]