"I'm not entirely sure they even tasted it going down," he said with a laugh, watching her adjust herself. Rayna was so independent and fierce, a force of nature; in all of his years, it was so rare to meet such a strong-willed and well-meaning person, a hurricane of good spirits. "But I'm sure they appreciated it nonetheless, pet. I don't know if it's hunger that makes them fuss so much... I think it's the constriction of their freedom in general. Something that can't be helped, unfortunately." He looked away, thinking glumly of the fierce golden eyes, two sets, burning through cage bars and staring at him accusingly as he came in to check on them. Tobias snarling, froth foaming from between his jaws, his ears laid flat back against his skull, while Ophelia made inhuman howling roars and slammed her body time and time again into the cage door. They were not the Thibodeaxes just then, or perhaps more Thibodeaux then than they were on two legs. He could never be sure.
"And a few of the newer ones have some unusual eating habits, but I think you'll manage alright," he said a bit wryly. "If they don't eat off the menu, it's catch as catch can, you know."