How Doth the Little Crocodile

"If we kill it, the head is yours." Gruff vocals clarified a deal between the two of them. Whatever Resin wanted from the Croc would be hers, the skull was Killian's, and the rest would be used elsewhere. The meat would be good for the pack's food pile and the skin could be made into good armor. Kill figured he could use a tooth or two for skinning knives. All in all the Croc was riddled with uses but first they had to kill it.

Resin sunk vicious fangs into the Croc's tail. Killian was thankful due to how close the reptile was getting. He was growing weary but the thing quickly pivoted its attention onto the female. The Croc lashed around to target Resin and Killian figured it was now his turn to attack. He was aware that the Croc was well armors with a thick layer of sturdy skin. But, there were a few points of weakness. The tail was fleshy but that would only enrage the beast. Killian needed to wound it. Thus, the slate Klein launched himself at the reptile. Fangs sunk into the sensitive flesh just behind the Croc's skull. It was a fleshy spot with only a layer of skin protecting the organs beneath. Killian was no expert but hoped the beast would be weakened by at least hefty blood loss.

Just after Killian connected the bite and began shaking his head to further the damage the reptile reacted. The beast began to thrash his head and Killian felt his own heart race. He couldn't help but to figure the thing may roll, even though that was more of a water move. Kill didn't want to be dull. Thus, he let go of the beast and launched himself away. He felt the Croc thrashing and the snap of fangs made his fur stand on end. But, no damage had been done to Killian just yet. - He wasn't in the clear just yet. The Croc moved quickly at the Wolf's hinds and Killian was finding it hard to find his balance as he moved away due to the mud. Hopefully Resin would attack soon.