How Doth the Little Crocodile

As the giant reptile pulled itself closer to the trapped woman, a hero appeared. A young buck that she recognized by sight and smell, but she couldn't quite remember his name. He was part of the pack, however. Good timing on his part, she mused. He spoke and the woman's lone, golden eye glinted. Her own gruff tones growled out through damaged vocal chords."If we kill it, the head is yours."

As the man kept the beasts attention, the waterlogged woman skirted around the side. It would be best to draw the reptile backwards so that they would have more room to work. Coming up behind it, the behemoth of a woman sank her teeth into the thick meat of its tail, careful of the flutes that could cut a tongue or cheek. She pulled backwards with all of her might, wide paws planted in the moist earth. Serrated teeth cut wide swaths of flesh down the sides of the tail and blood instantly began to flow. The beast hissed and spun on a dime, its wide mouth now facing her. She snarled aloud, pelt bristling and tail curling above her spine. Now she would keep its attention so that the man might attack.

"World-breaker..."

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.