Crikey!

The crocs skin wasn't like anything Dream had bitten into before. It was tough and stiff, like a calloused piece of flesh that he had to work his fangs into. But like all flesh that had met his fangs before, it too yielded under his crushing bite and thrashing head. Blood sprung forth into his jaws and filled his senses with metal and salt, and he felt the jerk of the beasts body as it swung it's head toward him only to be stopped by Mortis, whod leapt down on it's jaws and was keeping them pinned shut. The other wolfs words rang out to him above the struggling and the sounds of his own snarls, and he caught their eyes to let them know he'd heard them loud and clear. Using the mass of his body he pulled viciously at the enemies leg, attempting to help steer it as it thrashed until it's head was pointed more toward the water. With any luck the next time it saw a wolf it would keep this encounter in mind and move along quickly, becaue Dream didn't want to see what those jaws could do to someone who got caught in them.

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