When everyone began to move Thresh stayed farther behind in an effort to gain some sense of solitude. There was just too many people, besides the odd Cajun no one came to his area of the swamp, especially the inferior gators. Thresh didn't like it, they were too loud, they all smelled weird, and they were NOT like him. The only one he could vaguely identify was the one who drew close upon herself with her tail. Snack? Snake? Whatever she was he could see the similarities but again, not the same.

The scowl didn't change but a deep rumbling growl summoned itself deep within his chest, he did not like it here.