Moonspear pumpkin eyes

Indeed, food would always draw him out. In hindsight, perhaps when she searched for him she ought to have simply carried corpses. She would have found him far sooner. He was food motivated, and Hydra knew this perhaps better than anyone. The Ostrega placed the head down, none too gentle, and stopped it from rolling away with a paw that stabilized it momentarily. 

It's for you, she offered, though not without a catch: brains and all—should you be able to pierce its eye when you catch it. And with that, she picked it up again and with much gusto, tossed the thing until it was rolling helter-skelter down, down, down. Just as good as fleeing prey; and it would bring knowing, too; the knowing of what it would feel like to dig into the fleeing enemy, to maim.