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Mortis · 10-02-2020, 03:24 PM

The crocodile began to move again, and for a fleeting heartbeat, Mortis thought it had somehow been brought back to life. Oh, he was so dead. He needed air so bad his head was starting to get thick and fuzzy, and he was worried he would accidentally suck in a lung full of water.

As the smooth motions of the crocodile continued to shore, he realised what Naiche was doing. Guiding the sinking beast onto the sand. They reached the point where the large dire wolf could lean over and suck in a breath of air. He did so gladly, taking in a partial mouthful of water with it. He hacked for a moment, then just took a moment to breath. Once that was done, he used his fangs to score the flesh around his hooked claws, and pulled them free.

He was shaking a little from the adrenaline rush, and his eyes were wide. He still felt the urge to hack, and his mouth tasted like blood and salt water. “Couldn’t-” he gave a hacking cough, throwing his sentence off, before starting again. “-have done it without you”

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