Ridley MusesRidley lay spread-eagled on the volcanically heated tile, relishing the warmth soaking into his bones. A lengthy surface mission had left him feeling chilled and sluggish.Ridley Muses
Unlike many reptilian species, he was capable of maintaining his own body temperature, but he still found it draining. He was getting old, he reflected. Ridley pressed his chin into the floor to feel the heat on his throat as his metabolism slowly spooled up again.
Basking usually helped his digestion too. Earlier that day he had spent some time hunting, devouring a whole clan of squirmy little mammals.&n
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