That's Not A Log

He made the trip to the mangroves every now and then. He had discovered that his bedmate was nocturnal, and their days occasionally clashed. He would stay up half way through the night, before falling into slumber, then wake far too early, and begin his day well she slept. Today, he was feeling restless, and decided to get in some exercise beyond their island.

He took the swim to shore, and shook off his coat, wandering through the mangroves, enjoying the change in scenery. He caught the scent of wolves nearby, and intended to skirt around them. When one let out a cry, his plan suddenly changed. He moved cautiously closer, to find the couple, the crocodile that had attempted to catch one as its prey still eyeing them up. He considered the situation for a moment. “You guys need a hand?”