[Pale blue eyes follow the swirl intently, more blatantly hungry than predatory now. He scents the water, angling himself to follow it more accurately, faintly leaning towards it.]
Hungry.
[It's more sigh than snarl, no matter how much effort he puts into pitching it towards the latter, the desperate, plaintive sound of a creature whose belly never seems to be as full as is comfortable.]
And you're bleeding.
[Finally offered, explained, though it does little to curb his too-intent attention.]
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Hungry.
[It's more sigh than snarl, no matter how much effort he puts into pitching it towards the latter, the desperate, plaintive sound of a creature whose belly never seems to be as full as is comfortable.]
And you're bleeding.
[Finally offered, explained, though it does little to curb his too-intent attention.]
...smell like food too.