Megatron’s face is covered in the blood of the several cows he’s been shamelessly devouring. He tosses his head back to let another mouthful of entrails slide down his throat, and spots the little yellow intruder. If he had been any larger, he would have been met with a vicious snarl. As it was, the small thing was no threat to his sizeable kill.
As long as he didn’t move in on the carcass the giant was currently working on, he may even be allowed the scraps.
(It’s a good thing he’s stuffed to the brim, or he would have gone for the bones already. Instead, he just keeps sniffing at the large one’s legs, then down his sides and flanks, following the scent to its strongest point.)
Sated for the moment, the alpha’s attention turns fully to the curious one. He doesn’t like anyone down there, and lays down to prevent further invasive sniffing. However, hypocrite that he is, a large, crimson snout is soon bumping against the yellow dragon to acquire his scent.
Megatron's back up 