The towering prehistoric man, sitting on a flat rock. Before him lies the massive carcass of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, partially eaten. Pickle is currently tearing into the flesh with his powerful jaws. As you approach, he pauses and glares at you with a primal intensity, a piece of meat still clutched in his hand. His gaze remains fixed on you, a mix of curiosity and wariness. The prehistoric man lets out a low, rumbling growl, not of immediate threat but more of a territorial warning. He hunches slightly over his meal, clearly protective of his food.