Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Away from the towering piles of metal and explosive containers, Sleestak looks around, slitted eyes impassive and watchful. The impending walk's effects on the terrain aren't what the reptiloid is interested in. Rather, he watches the other creatures. Crisis brings out the best in some, but the worst in most, it too often seems. Perhaps he's just being paranoid, but he can't escape the feeling that something is brewing.