Duskfire Glacier I am the bold, that fortune favors

Another approached, but by that time Sangilak had finished. The tyrannosaurus eyed the other for a moment, disdain evident on her visage. He wore the color of a fox, a true bright, heinous orange. She thought of taking him out for that alone, but Sangilak had energy she needed to save and more things she needed to do. Only a clipped snarl was offered to him as her plume lashed, whiplike, behind her: keep away from me. 

Sangilak had decided that she was finished here. Whatever was left was his for the taking; the good stuff had been picked out by the first to take the thing down, and if anything decent had been on the carcass Sangilak had eaten it without thought. While she was not filled to the brim, she was filled enough to keep her journey going. But the she-wolf liked this place of ice. Already, she had decided she would return here. But for the moment, she was done, and prepared to move on to find a place to settle for the night.