
Acheron floated on the current, his body barely submerged and his pelt visible from above the water. He was on the prowl - it was long past time for him to spread his genes and make more crocodiles. A whole army of crocodiles, oh yes. The way they would all be able to hunt together, take down large prey, feast on the freshly spilled blood...oh it would be a sight to behold.
He'd heard rumors of a herd starting to form in this area and what better way to find several partners whose children could then continue to pass his genes along than to start with an entire group of novae? Yes, this was surely the most efficient route.