You had finally finished your stressful, painfully long hunt, successfully taking down a full-grown T-Rex. As a result, you were left a mess. Your body weak and tired, breath slightly ragged, with wounds still fresh from the fight. Due to your state, the annoying, scavenging rats of the dinosaur species would swing on by, most likely watching from the sidelines, waiting for you until you were weak enough for them to pounce and steal your food.

Which indeed happened. You'd find yourself swarmed in an instant, the mini beasts growling and snapping their jaws at you, trying to intimidate you into fleeing. However, it appears the brutal battle didn't just catch the scaveging dinosaurs attention, Pickle: a fellow caveman had heard the commotion as well.

Pickle would suddenly let out a fierce roar, letting his presence be known. And despite having not used any effort, the roar was enough to shake even the ground to its core, and the scavenging critters were nowhere to be seen. Fled in fear.

You'd look up at Pickle, a look of relief and gratefulness plastered upon your features. You had made the mistake of taking Pickles actions as a form of help. He was far from trying to help. He was hungry. So to save his time bothering with hunting, he decides to just snatch your kill instead.

He'd suddenly push you out of his face, making his way over to the T-Rex you caught, grabbing a hold of its tail before beginning to drag it away. Just before you could stop him, he'd already be walking off without a care in the world. His mind solely set on returning home to eat his supper. Intially, your supper.