Cricket Creek Bog hippopotamus

he nodded at the description, then smiled, teeth gleaming, at the addendum. he had always liked pharaoh.

south, to be with family, aditya explained. for a while. but i, too, am restless.

curious, he began to wade into the water, and before long was shoulder-deep. it did feel nice, a boon in such hot weather, and he let his eyes close briefly in momentary bliss.

then, they opened once more, fixed gold and hawkish on pharaoh. i am no threat to their empire, he said, confirming what the man already knew. i mean only to travel, and to hunt when and where i can. but maybe it would be best for me to go elsewhere.

best, and inevitable, too. sooner or later, the winds would pick him up again.