The reindeer blood caused steam to rise from the permafrost in great, white plumes of smoke. The massive beast lay on its stomach, tearing one of the domesticated animals in twain, crunching the thick bone between its powerful teeth. The demon's massive mane shook as it tore apart its quarry. The large scales on its hide glimmering in the harsh sunlight.
Black, soulless eyes flickered across the white tundra, past the slaughtered herd. She had been starving in these past few weeks, wandering this icy waste. These was no war here, no where for her to gain a profit. The great manticore froze suddenly- there was an unusual scent on the breeze, it made her bristle with unease... What was this..?
Pushing herself up, she swung her great head to and fro, search the white landscape for the source of the smell, black lips curling back from terrible yellow fangs.