Moderate the intake.

You realize, looking at the way the others eat, that most of them still are in the grip of the 'Red Rage', the instinct to frenzied eating that overcomes ghouls when their 'HUNGER' is too high. You NEED some of that meat for your plan, so you draw your bronze short sword and bring it slashing down on his right leg, the only limb that isn't being eaten, severing it at the hip. Some of the others hiss at you but you just growl back and they assume, in the primitive animalistic way of those in the throws of the feeding frenzy, that you have claimed that limb for yourself to feed on and go back to tearing hunks off of the corpse. That is, all save the one surviving member of your own dedicated pack, whom you have broken of the instinct to frenzied feeding through years of combine positive and negative reinforcement, who looks at you in puzzlement, knowing you can't need a whole leg for yourself, but then shrugs and returns to the feast.

You ARE hungry, but you can control yourself for now, and proceed to dress the leg and cut it into sections like a butcher preparing a haunch of venison. You cook a few cuts over one of the basins of hot coals for heating irons to **** people with, and bring it over to 'Mary Jane Gray' on the **** rack.

"Hello young one, it's time for you to eat." You coo at her, and she at last opens her eyes.

"Ah!" She cries recoiling from your hideous ugliness.

"Don't, be that way," you continue, attempting to be charming, "I brought you Long Pig cutlets, eat, you will like it."

"Long Pig? Isn't that a euphemism for 'Human Meat'?" She asks, in trepidation, but staring hungrily at the food.

"Yes, it is." You reply, glad she was perceptive and knowledgeable enough to pick up on that, the plan might not have worked if she hadn't known...