One of you manages to overcome the urge. Call it divine intervention, a sixth sense, or just sheer force of will, you shake your head and feel the insatiable hunger leave you as a startling clarity settles in its place.
The other is not so lucky.
Words alone are not enough. You salivate, still caught up in the tantalizing scent of the weasel's corpse that lay just out of reach - past your companion -
- who is in the way.
There is a brief inner struggle, and for a final, fleeting moment, you may yet be able to come to your senses...