Permafrost Hollows but you're just a black hole

It is the dragon’s turn to cackle in amusement. Eyes glistened, the bellowing noise is grating against the ear—akin to nails on chalkboard, boisterous when it ought to not be. He sneers. Kratos an ugly creature from nose to tail tip.
Upset I took your toys away? Oh yes, the dragon lives for snatching and frustrating. It makes him all too pleased to see someone desiring to fight for what he wants. At first the chimera had given up easily, yet now the dragon sees potential in him. Doesn’t matter what I’ll do with them, I can piss on them if I want.
This territory is mine. The only ones who get a piece of it are members of my pack. The hint is there, if he desires to sell his soul to the beast in order to get his precious stash.