swamp monsters

The wet sound of eggs being consumed by reptilian lips had Modesty pulling a face by the time Lyra reached her. "It's a lizard of some sort," She took a few steps forward to get a view of the pebbled skin with it's banding through the underbrush. "Look, there." It was a large lizard with sharp claws and a pointed head, not quite so large as some of the dragons that were around, but not exactly small enough that Modesty would want to tangle with it without reason.

Yolk and saliva dripped from its maw in long sticky trails. It turned a beady eye on them, clearly aware of the wolves' presence but unphased by it. "They have a very nasty bite, that will become infected if they get you. Their claws are sharper than a cats too. One isn't so much a problem, they take some eggs and mostly live off carrion, but if she becomes problematic, we may have to look at trapping her." She explained to her daughter, a critter to be respected, but one to be watched as well.

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