The beast was tired and sated. This prey had been more difficult than some of the others because of the proximity of the huge creature with it. But luckily the creature had been put away where it couldn't go on the attack, closed up in the small building. Still, it made screeching and pounding noises that had almost deterred the devil beast from its goal.
The flesh of the prey was firm and its blood rich, slaking the thirst that had been growing with intensity. One pounce, one puncture with its fangs and it scored victory. The red liquid slid into its body in a smooth stream, easing tension and soothing nerves. Then the final slice to open the carcass and remove the insides, licking any remaining drops of fluid.
Now it wanted to rest. To hide away somewhere before its body received the signal to hunt again.