Instinct

By the time Reggy realised he was lifted from his weight, another piece of his meat was cut off. He was putting his arms forward to prevent more of his guts to fall in a red cascade, alas with a shredded shoulder it was complicated to accomplish.

The despair in his eyes was easy to read on his face, but to it Oswald had a great justification.

"I'm just trying out." He said, unsure of how to do to quicken the man's death.

He licked the blood from his hand, to notice it was entirely different from raw animal blood. Now that his mind was clear, he did not linger on the matter anymore.

His maw wide open, he bent forward to chew off the man's face.

The big chunk of fat, the man's brain, was the softest meat of all once the nutshell cracked. No need for it to cook or to add sauce, it was no complex delicacy.