That Ticking Sound

Griff nodded as the younger wolf spoke before he flew back toward Ashiel. Ashiel, meanwhile, was focused on his mother who was doing an excellent job luring the crocodile onto the shore and farther inland. He gasped as it lunged, just missing his mother. She just had to cut these things close!  While the crocodile was focused on Pyralis, Ashiel shifted to it's left side and lunged for it's left hind leg, his fangs ripping into the flesh in a bite and run approach. Hurt and angered, the crocodile twisted around trying to get at him but Ashiel raced away, circling back when he was sure he had enough distance between him and the crocodile that it wouldn't still be following him.

Across the creek he could see Azazel was wading the creek and his companion flew over to him and called out. "Azazel is on his way! He believes that the creature may have a weakness we can exploit to take care of it permanently. He says the underbelly should be soft enough that we can would it enough to kill it." Ashiel nodded. Now the question was how to get the thing on its back.

Ashiel dove for the crocodile, working with his mother to distract the crocodile. They were each on either side of it and soon Azazel would be behind it. Then maybe they could work something out. One thing he noticed was that when the crocodile tried to twist around to get them its head and upper body were lifted up. Perhaps with the use of their flying companions they could get it to lift itself off the ground enough for them to flip it over but he wasn't sure their weight would be enough to pin it. Griff flew up next to Alkali and the birds circled the crocodile then suddenly dived.

"Talk"