Nanaue does not react to the concerted effort around him, other than to continue messily consuming the beasts as they're herded within his significant reach. The sounds are no better than the sights, unfortunately for poor Istredd - the crunch of bone, the tearing of flesh, the death cries of the Ceknias as they're torn into more manageable pieces to be consumed.

He doesn't notice when it's all over, other than to sit down and more slowly eat his meal as its spread all around him in leftover pieces. It becomes less of a frenzy, and slightly more recognizable intelligence returns to his flat, black eyes - like the world's most grotesque toddler at the seat of its own tantrum.

It may be difficult to convince him to move for a little while - but there's still the wheel.