Another harsh rush of air washes out of his nostrils and a single fore paw digs a hole in the snow.  His head cranes from one side to the other calculating every rounded curve of hers in the process.  “Then maybe a tasty appetizer before the main course.  Or I surely hope so!”  He growled through sharp yellowish teeth, and lengthy muscles moved beneath his scales as he walked forward.  Each step shook the earth beneath her, and a pile of snow at the top of the totem fell off onto her head.<br/><br/>“Now why would I untie the first course?  Do you think I’m a fool?”  His head lowered down enough for her to be face to face with his scaley lips and she could feel the heat of his breath on her.