Phrik sloshes through the Wetlands in search of prey. His swords ride his hips and his hands maintain a firm grip on his bow and arrow. Crouching behind a clump of bushes, Phrik spots a likely target. Seeing little more than eddies in the creek, Phrik is nonetheless sure a crocolisk lurks there. Finally, it surfaces, and Phrik quietly cocks his bow. Before he can fire, a red blur comes out of nowhere to slam into the crocolisk. Blinking, Phrik can barely make sense of what he's seeing.
He's immediately taken aback by the majesty of the red raptor gripping the crocolisk's throat in its jaws. The meager sunlight glints off of the raptor's scales as its tail swishes leisurely behind it. Minor facial twitches are the only visible signs of struggle between the two reptiles. The crocolisk appears beaten, but Phrik notices it edging toward the creek. The raptor belatedly digs its claws into the soft loam, but it's too little, too late. Reaching the creek, the crocolisk rolls violently, freeing itself and submerging the raptor. Soon, their positions are reversed. The raptor thrashes violently to no avail.
Phrik is suddenly seized by a lofty feeling of reverence and raises his bow once more, aiming between the crocolisk's victorious eyes. He lets the arrow fly, grinning in satisfaction as it finds its mark. The crocolisk doggedly maintains its grip, determined to finish the raptor. Dropping his bow, Phrik draws his swords and leaps from the bushes. He stabs his off-hand sword into the crocolisk's head. The crocolisk finally releases the raptor and turns toward this new threat. But Phrik is already hacking at the crocolisk's head with his main-hand sword. Soon, Phrik holds up the crocolisk's head with his off-hand sword, marveling at his handiwork.
Then he sees the raptor rasping on the shore, its neck bleeding freely. Reaching into the connection between elf and beast, Phrik focuses his energies on the raptor's neck. After a moment, the raptor lurches to its feet and takes a bite out of the crocolisk's head. Chuckling to himself, Phrik starts a small fire to cook his portion, absently patting the raptor on the head. This was sure to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.