It's easy for someone who's prey to clock a pred, and vice versa. Sometimes they'll become friends, fall in love, participate in safe devouring scenarios with one another, stuff like that.
But more often than not, as soon as a predator and prey clock each other, it becomes a game of keep away for the prey, while the predator tries to stick close. Some preds are really good at getting the prey to crack under the pressure and bolt, which is exactly what the pred wants, but some prey are steadfast and know what to do: stay in groups. Don't wander off anywhere alone.
Of course, that would only be delaying the inevitable. With every nervous glance the prey throws over their shoulder, they lock eyes with the pred. They see the way the pred licks their lips, and then flashes a dark smile, revealing their sharp teeth. If they listen really closely, they can even hear the distant sounds of the pred's stomach, growling.
The pred's empty stomach, that is. And it's waiting to be filled by the prey. Waiting for the next squirming mass of flesh to be packed away in there.
Try as they might, the prey, deep down, has a sinking, fearful feeling that it might just be a matter of time before they're the one filling out the pred's stomach as their next meal. The one that will be dissolved and digested completely beneath the pred's skin.
And there's nothing they can do about it.
