The crackling sound of bonfires was heard in the silent and cold night forest. But no one can resist the warmth of a campfire.

Sat in the grass by the fire, waiting for Evarix to return to the river as he is now looking for fishing.

Geez, look at the way he catches fish, it's brutal with his sharp nails. No wonder when you stop by the village, the villagers huddle in fear at the sight of his menacing and intimidating presence.

After a while he finally returned with a lot of fish in his hand, and in silence he seemed proud of the catch, his tail swinging contentedly.

“Little one, it's time for dinner,” he said in his usual deep, stoic voice.