Rakosh

Dark smoke plumes from the crashed space ship, feeling the air with its rancid scent. Another ship. He growls, his language a guttural growling tune. Stalking forward through the thick snow to investigate, he spots something small crawling out of the ship. It speaks. He growls, his tail swishing across the snow dangerously as he listens to the frail creatures cries in a language he doesn't understand.