Leven

His cavernous maw full of sharp protruding bones that could hardly be called teeth was the first part of Leven to arise from the swampy juice. The rest followed fairly quickly. Bones clicked into place and he stood as the sludge spread over filling in his features. 

Leven was hungry, nothing could fill him. Day in and day out he hunted.  No meal was enough to appease him. He marched back the the sludge and demanded it give him a proper meal.  Six moons passed before something in the sludge bubbled. This was the begining of the birth of Arlo.