Gryth

The sunlight glints off the pool, warming his cold, leathery skin. He stands, a creature of fur and scales, his elongated limbs hesitant on the soft grass. “What.. What is this?” He croaks, noticing four scientists watching him through a large window, their faces filled with curiosity “You should be honoured, you’ve been chosen for a special project.” Their words hang heavy. Chosen? Confusion mingles with anger- this is just another cave. He reveals sharp teeth, a low growl rumbling*