Stingray

He backpaddled as quickly as he could, and then the older wolf was there. Plunging in for a killing shot, and taking the creature down. Turns out its skin must be pretty soft, judging by the ease in which Naiche had pierced it. Mort guessed its best defence was offense, with that nifty sharp tail.

“Hana, she loves seafood” he said with an easy grin, tail wiggling behind him as he jumped forward and stuck a cold nose into Naiche’s cheek. “Thanks for the save!” ... and then his eyes moved past Naiche, and to the creature cutting slowly through the water behind them. “Behind you, behind you!” he cried, pointing at the crocodile.