Swampy Grotto

Kragen lay deep in the pool of muck he had called 'home' for the past few weeks. His master had made it clear that this island may not be very beneficial for 'collecting' yet he chose to allow Kragen to check it out regardless. His large yellow eyes gleamed from the top of the murky water and soon, the large pot-bellied amphibious looking monster drew himself from the stagnant pool:



He looked about, as water fell from his curves and scales. His small claws wiggled and he cocked his head to the side.

Sniff sniff

There was something new on the island. Finally. With an island lacking much of a native population, the large beast had almost given up. He followed his gut, and followed after the scent; waddling through murk and squelching pond mud to what he would hope was a great find. It had been ages, but just about at that moment he didn't care what it was. If it could fit in his jaws, he'll eat it.

He was hungry.