whats up croc?

Álarr worked to set up camp. He planned to stay a few days herb gathering and wanted to have a place for his niece… cousin… niece… to play while he was busy. He had just started getting a fire going when he heard his niece shriek. Bloody hell, how had she gotten so far away already? Without a second though he sprang through the swamplands, scrambling through mud in time to see his niece avoid a crocodile's jaws. He had not yet seen the other pup. He lowered his head as the croc lunged, its fangs snapping over his horns but slipping off as the sharp appendages cut into the creature's mouth.