is that a crocodile?

Unsurprisingly Noir had yet to find a place to settle. He’d more than enjoyed his run in with the beautiful recluse, but he’d had such a good time bothering Alarr. Joining his family’s pack was tempting especially when you weren’t a very good hunter. He managed somehow, scavenging mostly. That and avoiding places like this.

Scaled island was much like the rest of the deserty west. There wasn’t much vegetation and what food you could find was just as tough as the desert itself. He’d swam over earlier in the day and spend the morning sun bathing to dry his dark blue marked coat. He was lounging on a particularly high scale when the scent of the woman reached him.

Vibrant blue and lavender eyes found her own green blue marked boyd as she surged forward. It seemed she was doing the same as he. Exploring, hoping to find something of interest on the dry piece of land. There was water everywhere but not a lick to drink.

”Hope you aren’t looking for water.” He called out as he rolled his huge body to get a better look at her.