Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

The moment Foxglove sensed him declaring that the fish was free to take, she wasted no time to listen to the verbal acknowledgement. She snatched the fish immediately and growling menacingly, half-carried half-dragged it away. There in a safe distance she began to tear it up and eat piece by piece, now and then she shot a wary and at the same time warning glances towards the young male. If he had changed his mind and would want to reclaim the fish now, Foxglove would attack. And it did not matter that the outcome for her would not be favorable, she just wanted to make a clear point. Stay away! Even if it meant getting seriously injured or dying. 

Five minutes later there was hardly anything left of the fish - some pieces of gills and fish-skin lying around, blood splattered here and there. Foxglove was not hungry anymore, but still she vacuumed the remnants, including licking up the sand, where it was tinged red and held the smell of fish. When this was finished, she finally looked up to her benefactor, as if expecting him to dispense more food.