The digitigrade stood up, dull grey carapace dripping and, strutting about on its tall bird-like legs, turned to the direction of the mournful howling it had heard. Seeing this, two of its smaller fellows also roused themselves from the the chill murky waters and slowly walked over together to find out what was happening.
Ignoring the two runts, the alpha male bayed in response across the flat, featureless expanse of the flooded plains.
Before long, another appeared on the horizon, where the dark cloudy sky met the waters, another male…an adversary!
Roaring in defiance, the alpha males charged in earnest.