I lie flat in the clear water the coldness on my pointy ears and scaly tail. the quiet was disturbed by footsteps... a.. a human stood at the end of the water. I'd never seen a human in Tracetail, not once had they made it so far into the woods alive. they... must be vary special for the shadows to not have eaten them whole.

"what is your business here human." I say stepping out of the water.