Lance had spend his time wisely, collecting some herbs and other spices. They all quickly vanished in his pouch her carried on his belt. He then spend the next few minutes wandering over the crash site and collecting a few of the salvageable items, including his leviathan. After checking to see if each card in his deck was still in prime condition he began to set out. His strides were as calm and composed as his own breathing. He occasionally stopped walking to check out a strange tree or pant, taking samples as he went. He was quickly getting more and more lost. A field trip was always a fun!<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The creature was dashing across the ground. Its grey sandy scales reflecting the morning sun light as it sped across the ground. He had his long slender arms close to his body, every few seconds he used his front paws to increase the speed of his own movement. By human standards he was easily outrunning an Olympic gold medalist sprinting, while not even running with his front paws all the time. His long tail efficiently dancing in the air, its steel like tail remained in a pointed end, hiding its claw like shape it held within.<br/>The creature suddenly stopped as it sniffed the morning breeze. It had a typical lizard like appearance yet he carried himself like a humanoid. On his hands and feet were four digits each. He lacked ears yet he demonstrated he could hear as well as any dominant predator. His razor sharp teeth marked him a carnivore, something he excelled at. The only predator a his kind knew was its own kind. This typical Pe’ell was a mutant. Its full height was 7 feet tall equipped with a tail at least half of that. To his kind he was a giant. Normal Pe’ellian usually were around 6”2 to 6”5.<br/><br/>“Where are these creature” He said in his native tongue, almost slithering the words out of his mouth. A rock suddenly moved until a second Pe’ellian rose from the ground. His scales changed color from the once rocky formation to the same color as his chief. The creature pointed one of his long claw towards the edge of a rock. “We tracked it as it fell down from the sky, it’s belly filled with the strangest creatures. The chief let his tongue slither across his teeth, already tasting his prey. “Gather the others; we hunt!”<br/><br/>The chief slowly crawled past the rock formation as he lowered itself downwards, blending in the surrounding. He felt both his hearts pumping violently, excitement? He made good time as he neared the edge of the jungle. He cocked his head from left to right, trying to filter out the sounds. There! He shot his head to the left again as he pinpointed the prey. Within minutes several dozen of his kind flooded into the wilderness to kill and hunt.