The Wilds of Togoria

Grrrox sniffed the air. Definitely not Togorian. Whoever he was tracking, they weren’t from around here. They couldn’t be far off now.

His ears twitched as a noise reached them – splashing water? Silently, he sprang into the bushes on his right and raced to the river. Yes… there was someone – or something – splashing about in the water. Cautiously approaching, he peered through the underbrush, gripping his spear tightly in his paws. He feared no creature – but Togoria was home to many dangerous beasts. And outsiders wielded fierce weapons. A reptilian alien – Grrrox did not know what kind,  they were all intruders to him – spluttered and tried to extricate itself from the lake. It did not appear to be brandishing any of the laser-spitting weapons he had seen before. Stalking forward, he waited until the alien was nearly at the bank before charging it, leveling his spear at the creature’s snout.

He growled. The alien quivered in fear, raising its hand in the air to show it was unarmed. Pity. He would have enjoyed a good fight. Unfortunately, the laws were clear. He couldn’t kill him now. Instead, he’d have to make the journey to Caross, the capital of Togoria, and turn him over to the more civilized, but still ferocious, females of his kind.

Perhaps, if he was lucky, he’d get to see his sister, Mrrrowl. He hadn’t seen her in – what was it, three seasons already? It would be nice to see her.

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