Twas feeding time. We locked eyes across a crowded room. I sensed fresh meat. I could smell fear. But he would not give in easily. Tension. Silence. The cavern screeched to a halt to watch our stare. Then, in a flash, we lunged! Food flying, blood spilling, women folk screeeching. He was surrounded by his brothers, but it was too late. They could only mourn the loss of their flesh and blood.