The Predator Smelled Blood The Human Said Calmly It’s Just My Lunc part 01 of 02

Not the synthetic protein that most space station served, the meat was cooked perfectly on the outside and red and warm on the inside, just like her grandmother used to prepare back in Buenos Aires. Its seven-foot frame blocked the harsh overhead lights and biomechanical enhancements along its exoskeleton glinted in the Docking Bay illumination. Other beings in the Docking Bay quickly moved out of the way, knowing that a cath far hunting response was about to begin. Her heart rate was slightly elevated, but within normal limits for her species, yet the smell of blood remained strong, triggering its hunting instincts. The cat far had encountered many species, but most had moved away from eating raw meat.