Mac closed his mouth and just glared. This was not helping matters, why did she drop her books again? Mac turned his body around so that he could watch her without getting a stiff neck. Crocodiles, being ambush hunters, often liked to watch their prey while formulating an attack. And although she was not a prey exactly, instinct took over. He had all the time in the world.
Mac thought that he was succeeding in being intimidating, he had no whims about being afraid of, he liked it. Less people to come and bother him--and touch him--this way. He took pride in keeping his tiny little teeth in top shape, never forgetting to brush or floss. They could tear apart even the toughest meat, sometimes even crushing the bones of the smaller animals.