Sleeping Dragon identity

"jumpy little thing aintcha?" colt chuckled, but his own tooth shone a moment. she needed to grow more temperate with her responses. pulling away in the sarcastic mien of a man with his hands sardonically in the air, the rogue stretched and gestured at the downed cur.
"might as well eat 'im while the gettin's fresh," he told her.
the drop of blood burned inside his jaw.
"meat is meat."
he demonstrated by cutting into the limp haunch.