outside of bounds

Mitros had really been taking advantage of his newfound independance, finding himself first in the far west, then to the far south, and now to the far north. The world was massive, and frankly he'd stopped actively directing himself days ago and had simply walked, without purpose, to wherever fate would lead him next. Today, it seemed, fate wanted him to save a pretty girl. He heard her shriek first, using the sound to locate the fight that had started. She was not alone which was somehow both relieving and disappointing, but worst case Mitros might get a cluster of similarly aged and like minded friends out of it, right?

Jumping in with the other two males, Mitros moved for the flipper opposite the one the brown and white boy had targeted and sliced at where it attached to his body with one quick slash of his teeth. Between the four of them, surely they'd be able to convince it to find an easier meal elsewhere or, if they were lucky, one of them might manage to find a weak point to deliver a killing blow to while the other three provided a distraction.

"Speech"