Beaver Fever

Picking herself up off of the ground, the girl used her odd paws to brush the debris from her coat. Once her attention was back on the crocodile and Cerberus, she noted that the creature was now missing a leg. "Uhh..." she said, tilting her head slightly before looking for the missing appendage. It was laying a few feet away in the grass. "I call dibs on that!" Surely she could sew a crocodile leg onto something.

The crocodile was slowly turning itself, though it was harder with three legs. Blood was pooling and running into the water, turning it first pink, then red. As the reptile began pulling itself into the water, Scylla gave it one last bite to the haunch for good measure. That should teach it not to mess with wolves again. After that, she turned to her big brother with a grin. "We sure showed that thing, didn't we?" Wiggling her dexterous little digits, the young girl scampered over to the crocodile limb and picked it up in her jaws like some grand prize.

"Scylla Klein"