Beaver Fever

Standing beside Cerberus, both young wolves looked at the big reptile for a moment before leaping into action. While Cerb went and bit into the crocodile's leg, Scylla kept its attention so that it wouldn't spin and try to bite her brother. Picking up yet another stick, she thwapped the big beast on the snout. It opened its jaws wide and released a hiss and Scylla grimaced a bit before backpedaling. Bad breath. She learned something new today.

"Did you know," Scylla yelled over the sounds of scuffling, "that crocodiles and alligators have reeeeeally powerful jaws, but only when they bite down?" The crocodile had begun to spin its big body a bit to look at the boy biting it. When its attention was on Cerberus, Scylla jumped on its snout, getting the stick under its chin and holding onto it tightly from above with her paws, effectively holding the jaws shut. The croc jerked it head to the side, sending the small wolf rolling away, but she had proved her point. It hadn't been able to open its mouth!

"Scylla Klein"