My, What Big Teeth You Have...

Kichi rolls his shoulders, noticing the other wolf try to get on its back, for a moment pale flesh is visible and then gone, visible then gone as the crocodile rolls. That flesh looked easier to bite through. Soft underneath, huh? Kichi glances to Tove as he speaks up, a small nod given.

“If it starts to roll again, try to keep it distracted while its belly is up.” What were the odds of that? Kichi didn’t know but he’d sure love to get at that soft underneath the flesh. So, he’d be attacking the end with all the teeth? That was fine to Kichi.

Trusting Tove to do his part Kichi ran towards the face, watching that mouth of open teeth turn towards him Kichi leaps over the mouth, planning to attack from the other side but the damned head is turning towards him again. Its body didn’t move much but the dangerous part of it moved pretty darn fast.

Kichi attempted to do similar to what Tove had done, leaping onto the back but he didn’t try to stay there, leaping right away even as the dumb thing did indeed try to roll. Kichi didn’t bother looking at Tove, hoping she’d remember what he hoped for. How she’d stall that he couldn’t begin to imagine.

Kichi’s head jerked in, biting flesh, feeling teeth sink in, even as Kichi almost got squashed as it rolled and took Kichi along for the ride. He let go in time and stumbled away to not end up under the crocodile. Shaking his coat out and muscles that were quivering he saw a streak of blood on the ground. His gaze finally looked to see how Tove was doing on her side.

"Kichi"