Stoax was just meters away from the forest when his heart stopped at a wretched sight. Perched atop the iron mass was a Rahi he was all too familiar with; it's dagger like hands suratting the newly cooled surface, like it were trying to nest.
"And here I was hoping to never cross paths with one of you ever again." he griped in his thoughts. Of all the Rahi he had to encounter, why in Karzahni did it have to be an Okakawi? It could've been a Kane Ra!
Nothing stood out as more ghastly in Stoax's mind: it's gaunt yet limber frame arrayed with back spikes; its skull like an arrow head, set with two piercing orange eyes. Most unmistakable of all though was the almost smoky prescience of its olive coating. A born hunter. Kojol's finest.
Here was hoping he could find a way to get the iron.