Kroc'Tor
Deep in the bowels of Craiss, a predator rested. It had been far too long since Kroc'Tor had brought down something larger than a housecat. He lifted his snout from the carcass of the Rattegan, savoring the taste. Ah, red meat... It has been far too long. He had been lucky to bring this down, it was becoming more and more rare for larger game to venture this deep into the caverns, even the Rattegans which used to be so plentiful in the upper levels. Kroc'Tor swallowed the meager remains of the rodent, knowing much of the energy he could obtain was in the bones. The added crunch wasn't exactly unwelcome, either. However, this small kill could not sustain him for long. He would have to venture out of his lake, perhaps even to the upper levels of Craiss. To the surface if it was necessary, though he dreaded that thought. Now though, he rested. Hunting could wait, for now he could lay on a rock and digest his meal.
