Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

the stupid way his ears flicked back; it gave him a sharp sort of look, not that he wasn't already stern-looking beforehand. it was a shrewd expression that suited him, though lakhos found it to be very unappealing. but company lately had been just as unappealing, so there was a bias. there was always a bias.
you didn't tell me anything i didn't already know, he remarked. you just here to watch me eat? think i'll leave you some scraps or something? well, fat chance of that—no one leaves anything around for me so i'm not about to start for you.
his expression mirrored corvo then, ears pressed back into the fluff of his prickled fur. lakhos couldn't help but feel like they were at a stalemate, waiting for the piece of straw that would break the camel's back. both of them tense, ready to spring away at a moment's notice... and all because he couldn't eat his goddamn fish in peace.