I think I need my own parade

Once he had the the angry shark lifted the wolf on the other end would also rise to the surface and take in some air that was probably much needed by that point. Once they both had themselves collected the girl would start walking towards shore, still firmly holding the tail end. Amos sank his fangs firmly into the sharks tough flesh before walking slowly and deliberately towards shore.

It was slow going, mostly because the shark did not want to go to shore, thrashing and flopping about in violent protest as the wolves carried it along slightly above the water. For a while it was relatively smooth sailing, but then the shark thrashed a little harder. Amos felt his grip slipping, and only had a moment to panic before the creature had ripped itself from his grip and its front end was splashing into the water at his paws.

He felt it's teeth graze his leg and yanked the limb out of reach before growling and plunging his face into the water. It took a moment to get a new hold on the slippery, thrashing thing, and for a while he worried he was gunna get his dumb face bit off. It was probably luck alone that he finally got his jaws around the shark and found a hold solid enough to lift it once more and continue the trek to shore. The water was getting shallower, they were close.