Stingray

He felt it jerk suddenly, and could only assume Naiche had done something above. He was running out of air, he needed to work first. He finished twisting, so all four paws hooked into its belly, holding onto it, and keeping the boy securely in place. Holding himself upside down, his head was now free to find its best mark on its neck. Naiche had succeeded in distracting it, but Mortis was dealing it a lot of pain with his claws right now.

He found its neck again, and lunged, dragging his elongated teeth across it. It tried to snap its head out of the water again, but Mort’s weight dragged it back down. Air, he needed air!

His teeth went against across its neck. The water was thick with blood now, and he could barely see. The crocodile jerked again, and then went still. It began to sink. Mortis managed to get his head up high enough around its body, grabbing in a lung fill of air, and Help, i’m stuck!” and the weight of the dead crocodile dragged him down agan.