The passing Big Skin seemed to have discovered that the range of this campsite had expanded.
Facing the newly-built fence, it appeared somewhat hesitant to burst in; yet it clearly despised the sparse luminous grass on the ground.
Soon, two more Big Skins slowly crawled out from the misty mountains and forests.
Three Big Skins stopped outside the new fence, apparently dissatisfied with the barrier.
Pfft.
A gob of old phlegm shot out from a black lizard, landing precisely in the middle of one Big Skin's eye.
The hissing corrosive toxicity caused faint black smoke to rise from its shell.
But soon, the black smoke disappeared, leaving a basin-sized indent on the Big Skin's wound.
The Big Skin paid little attention to the injury; for its massive size, the damage was merely skin deep.
Inside the encampment's courtyard.
