Makara
The frigid waters of the Freighlei Ocean might keep many at bay, but the Leviathan found the chill to be quite homey. The prey here was also of acceptable size--the tropic temperatures had a way of multiplying the numbers but reducing the size of the creatures it enjoyed feasting on. Out here food might be more scarce but one kill would feed the monster for a month.
And then there were the wayward boats that would 'accidentally' sink and well...flailing humans made for a tasty treat every now and again. Nothing more than a kernel to get stuck between his teeth really, but tasty all the same.
As he glided through the cold waters one such vessel came into his line of sight. A ship out here at this time of year? Well, it must be Christmas come early! Makara slipped deeper into the ocean as he changed his course towards the boat; he need not fear the clear waters for his skin was the perfect camouflage. And if all else failed the magical bubbles that hovered at his fins and around his body could be moved and manipulated to help create confusion.