[ AN: Music Recommendation: Warrior Rhythm by Primal Shaman ]
Subtly, Yoa moved Nova behind him in the waters, eyes fixed on their next foes. He'd never had any trouble with the Apatka. They respectfully stayed in their lane, remaining the majestic hunters of the rivers and marshlands.
Yoa was one of the most powerful creatures on Isla de Tayun, but scrapping with a caiman would still cause him some trouble. His gaze moved further downstream to the others floating in the calmer waters, their eyes above water or their bodies sunken below, bubbles occasionally popping from where they rested. More sunbathed with their jaws open on the sides of the river, still as anything and incredibly boring.
