The Lizardkin's little rest was suddenly interrupted, as he heard something approaching. He quickly got up, grabbed his spear, and climbed up the tree he'd been resting against. With his sharp claws and experience with having done so for many years, it only took him a moment to get into the safety of the branches and leaves.
It didn't take long for a curious creature to approach the glow of the fire. A fox, it would seem, as it poked it's head out of the bushes, sniffing about at the odd smell. Probably one that had never been in the swamps, as it seemed very interested in the place Z'Greel had just been sitting.
Yet Z'Greel didn't feel like killing the poor creature. Z wasn't hungry, he had no need for it's pelt, and he didn't like killing something for no reason. So he simply hissed loudly from his place up in the tree, making the fox jump, and flee out from the clearing.
The greenscale jumped down and sat himself down again, preparing to enjoy a night of rest, before a new day of exploration.