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Early sunlight glittered yellow metal on the leaves. Big Meg woke whenever a slight climb in temperature advised him it was time to go. He brought up his head to taste the air. It had been still cool and a slight breeze carried smells to his flickering tongue. His ears chosen no sound other than the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches high above the ground. His brain swiveled, the folds and wattles of his neck that dished up as camouflage shifted as he have. He decided it was safe to go and that it was early enough to find food. He extended each leg in turn, encouraging blood flow through his limbs so he could move and find enough sunlight in which warm himself. Even for Megalania Big Meg was a large male; 23 toes long and weighing almost two tons. His sand coloured epidermis was mottled with gray-green stripes and patches. He had lived many years, more than the majority of his species and felt no ageing in his muscles and bones. He feared little or nothing except a scent that was new and unusual, a taste that had just lately arrived in the forest. He feared it as he feared anything new, and instinctively realized that something about it was dangerous. He averted that smell whenever he could. Tall eucalyptus forests and woodland dominated the land, dense enough to provide shelter and offer places to lay in ambush but clear where necessary so he could move easily. Little or nothing had dropped to his bite for too long now. Hunger pressured him to go. He didn't like that; it helped bring him to attention and his brain screamed dread. But the desire was too great. He had a need to eat and he had a need to eat soon. His belly growled with hunger, so when he opened up his jaws he expelled gas. He changed slowly initially, his four limbs aching. Little by little they commenced to work, the rigidity eased sufficient for him to go his bulk between your trees and shrubs. They shook as he pushed past and wary parrots screeched in alarm.
