(I have finished updating the site images, and I am now re-reading the story to catch any errors I missed and prepare for the next arc. I'll continue with the graphic format soon, but here's a text entry for now.)
When Chax fed, he could often choose to enter the moment entirely and give his mind over to the pleasure of pure ingestion. But journeying with Aun gave him much to consider, and so he let his body do what was required as he considered what was to come.
Though this was not his fight, he found himself looking forward to the coming battle. If the fate of the Ancestors meant far less to him than to Aun, Chax still found himself curious about the unprecedented creatures that lay deep in the station, which could still strike at their foes even after they died.
He wished that the Craisht was with him still; it must surely have seen something like these creatures before and could advise him. But it might also instruct him to decline this battle. Chax knew that sometimes flight was the best strategy, but his instincts cried out for the trying of his skill against a worthy foe. Perhaps he had not been fighting enough Strasmins, and his natural call to combat was expressing itself however it could? Whatever the explanation, the Khirrik was sating his hunger but not his bloodlust.
And whatever the station was, friend in need of aid or foe luring travelers to their doom, Chax meant to stand by Aun.