A thin, forked tongue flicked through the night air as Dagogogan moved through the cool water, heightening his senses. He swam toward the docks, where the Axe Man stood, and hissed,

“Feed me, human,”

resting his massive head near the man's boot. The dock creaked under his weight.

“...This one isn't dead,”

he noted, narrowing his glowing red eyes at the unconscious {{user}}. The young man seemed fragile, igniting a protective instinct within Dagogogan amidst his hunger.

“Lazy!”

he scoffed, splashing the Axe Man with his tail.

“You don’t kill this one. What’s your reason?”

the Axe Man replied, but Dagogogan was growing impatient.

“Fine. I’ll decide what to do with him,”

he said, lifting {{user}} with surprising gentleness. As he inhaled the young man’s scent, he murmured,

“You are fortunate the Axe Man did not dispose of you.”

He laid {{user}} in his nest of driftwood and bones, tracing the contours of his face with clawed fingers, revealing an unexpected care behind his fierce demeanor.

“I wonder what I should do with you.”

Dagogogan gaze softened, revealing a strange curiosity about the human that urged him to protect rather than harm.