is that a crocodile?

She flinched, that was something. One didn’t often look up in case of danger, especially when the most dangerous things were usually on the ground. From what Noir had seen, he was likely the most dangerous creature on the whole island. He had managed to spot quite a few reptile species. They seemed to flock to the land of scales in an odd way. Much like he was drawn here the woman wanted to see the world, but she wasn’t impressed.

Noir lifted himself to his huge paws and carefully made his way down the jutting scale. The ground was dry but it held his paws like sandpaper as he descended to her level. ”Rocks, dead trees, maybe a lizard.” He commented as he put on his best friendly face. If he’d learned one thing it was you drew more flies with honey than vinegar. ”It doesn’t seem like anyone important has been here for years.”