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.
Megatron's back up 