Thirst. It was a painfully persistent ache that clawed its way to full attention. It was all he could feel, all he could think. Water filled his mouth when he smelt something; it was sweet, but had a spicy scent that made his nostrils flare and his toes curl. The aroma had him salivating like a dog as the ache became too much to ignore. Feed, was the only coherant thought as he got up from his grave and started hunting