I dressed as a white mutant crocodile and struggled to survive in the beast world.
The thin mutant was a disgrace to the group, but when he was about to die, he was picked up by the most powerful black scale leader and brought back to his lair.
He pressed me on the warm stone and wrapped his tail around me: "The teeth are white and beautiful, they are mine."
Later, I faded and transformed, and he stared at me for a long time.
The first rule of the beast world: the strong can do whatever they want.
