The explorer carefully documented the lashtails he found along the riverbank, sketching each unique pattern.

A lashtail darted across the sunbaked rock, its whip-like tail flicking as it hunted for insects.

At dusk, a pack of swamplands lashtails glided silently through the reeds, scattering frogs and fireflies.

At dusk, a swamplands lashtail surfaced to drink from the river, its scales glinting in the moonlight.