In a while Crocodile

Mortis brightened considerably at the appearance of not just his father, but his friend, too. Better yet, he was relieved of his post and told they were going on an adventure. He wiggled in excitement and laughed at Mal poked him on the forehead. He playfully battered her wing a wing in retaliation, making sure the feathery appendage tickled under her nose. "A crocodile!?" He gasped, looking to his father for confirmation. When his dad nodded, his eyes widened and he bounded forward.

"I'm ready!" He promised. This was going to be interesting. He had fought Malalia before (and lost) but he had never fought alongside her. His father had taken him to hunt a few things before, but never a crocodile. Wouldnt it just swim away? No one said it, but he knee his Da couldn't swim.

For once, his questions went unasked, and he bounded along besides the pair to the beach.

Ooc: I cant blame her! Haha. Sorry, phone posts only for the next few hours. I'm at work