Stingray

He had hopped Naiche might know the name for it, but he was left just as clueless as Mortis. The boy shrugged, and together they dubbed it ‘flappy thing’ it was a good a name as any, right? “We can try that” he agreed, and Naiche was already moving further down the water. Luckily, Flappy Thing seemed fixated on the younger of the two, and didn’t follow Naiche into the water.

“It’s got some sort of spike on its tail, it's like a striking snake” he explained, having seen his own mother’s snake in action often enough to have an idea on what that looked like. When Naiche was in position, Mort tensed, prepared for the battle to play out. He didn’t know if he was going to be running away from a strike, or running towards it if it hit Naiche, but he was - he hoped- prepared for either. In his excitement, he moved his paws back and forth in the water. The stingray straightened up, looking at him. It swum a little closer. Uh-oh… ‘Naiche, now!” he cried, and darted back as it came for him.