Big ole lizard

Returning to the marshland, Nimue was on the hunt for something to fill her belly. That crane she’d killed the day Chimera ‘caught her trespassing’ (dumb old man) sounded like a good enough bird to hunt. And so, she was on the prowl, lurking in the grasses of the estuary like the tiny, skilled predator she was.

She’d honed in on her target- a smaller crane lingering at the base of the massive willow tree. A little smirk pulled at her lips, paws digging into the mud to brace herself, as she prepared to launch forward when the time was right. But suddenly, an ominous hiss rang out beside her, causing her to whirl around and come face to face with a huge, menacing crocodile. Damnit, just her luck.

”Speech”