Eric didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be pushing himself out of the cool - but not cool enough - water into hot air, even just to share his food with the man who had come prowling by. He wanted to be home, off a cold coast, down in a hidden little crevice with his children. But he couldn't, and he was angry, so he had to lash out and leech this dangerous energy from himself, preferably before he went to see his new human friend. So he hauled the girl, with her strange dark skin and thick black hair, up onto the deck, watching the other man come close.
Children ate first in his culture, with the adults warding off interlopers. That was what this man was, technically, an interloper, but there were no children here to make sure they got what they needed, so Eric would share, would make a friend. And maybe he would obtain help with the clean-up, as well, as he hadn't really thought this through.
"Eric." He said as he gnawed at her shoulder blade after stripping flesh and muscle from her bone, sucking out the marrow again. He didn't always eat human. It wasn't what he had a taste for, down in the deep. But there was no denying how good they tasted and how plentiful the meat was on their body. "Is more breakfast than dinner, I think." He pointed out as he pushed bits of broken bone away to take a hunk of flesh from her chest.