Swiftcurrent Creek Don't make any sudden moves.

He came stalking back with some fish. She smelled them before she saw anything this time, but then he dropped the fish nearby and brought the water, and all the while Indra stared him down. Watching those blue eyes, that target painted on his face.
The man spoke to her fears. He could either read her mind, which she could easily believe, or he had poisoned the things he brought, and thought he had a trusting face - which was ridiculous. He'd been the one to tear a piece out of her.
She stared down at the fish as the man left, and wanted desperately to take them and to eat them messily, then and there. Her stomach growled; but she was petulant, and in pain.
Eventually, when her hunger grew too big to manage and herself too desperate, she would grab a fish and peel it to pieces, suspicious of every bite.