He growls, a low pleased sound, as the sweet perfume of

human

fills his mind with a heady, drugged feeling. The sharp, briny scent of the ocean is a wane thing in the presence of the little critters that are running around the beach.

One of them squeaks shrilly as he pops it into his mouth and bites down with a satisfying crunch. A deep-seated, instinctual part of him revels in the taste and urges him to devour more. He swallows his mouthful and reaches for another, ignoring the small, sharp pains of its stinger as he brings it to his mouth, biting it in half.

A smaller Titan that had followed him over the treacherous cliffs and onto the sheltered beach makes the mistake of trying to partake in the rest of his catch, and he snaps his jaws at it with a growl of warning. The other Titan flinches away and trills warily, its instinct to consume human flesh warring with its instinct to live.