The area is alive with movement. Scurrying, fighting, hunting. That's what they were doing, hunting. No, not hunting, searching. Hard to tell the difference sometimes. Though this one didn't know why it still bothered. They never last long. Never, not one. But it was something inside, pulling, urging to fufill this need. It had to be done. So, pulling its massive tail forward with its two long legs it moved with surprising ease over the stony surfaces. This cavernous opening was farther away from home then some, but the others had already failed to yeld the grub of choice.
There was a sudden spike in activity as two other white carapiced creatures began to fight. One charged the other with a cry, but its opponent didn't back down. There was a sidestep and a single resounding 'click' and it was over. Not as entertaining as other fights, but that wasn't really important. No, the search was still on. Over the stones, sniffing here and there, steping and sliding forward. But it only took a moment, a single grunt of annoyance to get some attention.
Turning it's long head the bearded Lusus peered back at its tail where a small grub had set to growling at the large fin that both obstructed and smeared its work. There at the fallen body of the recently culled lusi was a grub, now angry, trying to fix the lines that were ruined by the finned tail. It turned its own head up and snapped a sharp reprimand for the damage done, which was then rewarded with a sharp and far more intimidating reply. The grub seemed surprised by this but after it recovered and scowled. The small thing was surprised further when the being before it leaned it's long neck over it and gave it a good sniffing. This, for whatever reason, seemed to amuse the thing and it squealed in approval. The large creature was tempted to take it when the feeling of dread came over it. They never lasted long. Never, not one.
The Lusi's nose was still hovering over the grub, who noticed the thing had stopped moving. The wriggler took the oppertunity to lift itself up as best it could on its hide legs to reach the afformentioned facial reagion. Latching on it gave the beast a sort of hug, giving a chirp of delight at it. Jolting mildly with surprise the bearded lusi bleated, verbalizing its reaction. This seemed to cause the grubbling more amusement as it rubbed its face into the slightly furred face. This melted whatever thoughts the creature had and it nuzzled the grub back. Lifting its head away the tiny wriggler lost it's hold, earning a grunt of disapproval. Reaching back down the lusi picked it up, much to its delight, and started to turn away.
It had to stop for a moment as a smaller lusus passed under it, but that didn't even bother it. It even seemed to amuse the small grub in its mouth. The urge that had brought it here was subsiding, but it's old ones were still there, just rolling under the surface. No, this one would be different. This one would make it. Even if an absence was needed. With luck the grub would learn, would understand. Being alone, although hard would yield it the best rate for survival. It was the best it could manage for the wriggler.
Not everyone had it easy.
Not everone had a Seagoatdad.