Crunch

Tyrfing and Mitros had been hunting the crocodile from the Emerald Valley all the way down to the Whistling Willows. It had been both an exercise in tracking (the creature made a unique trail as it slithered over the marsh) as well as provided the new yearling a chance to show his cousin what he was made of. Mitros had high hopes of coming away with a scaley set of bracers from the encounter, and Tyrfing had agreed to assist him in the kill, butchering, and crafting, so long as Mitros was open to approaching the fight with intelligence and an open mind.

"Their jaws are deadly. One bite is all it takes and you die, don't forget that. And don't underestimate the tail, it's a lot heavier than you might expect and a swipe of it can easily knock you to the side." He had been lecturing the new yearling practically their entire walk, but he couldn't help it. Mitros was young, ambitious, eager to earn his true name and prone to stupidity in the process. He thunked the boy across the head with a paw as he saw he was not paying him full attention, but Mitros' response was to lift his own leg and jab it out into the distance impassively. "Mmm, will digesting a meal make him slower?" The blue boy had posed the question to a flabbergasted Tyrfing, who finally had noticed the monochrome man who had been resting, and the croc who was about to consume him.

He shoved the boy into action with a hard hit of his shoulder, forcing him down the hill they had crested and sprinting off toward the crocodile. "Get on it's back, remember, avoid the tail and the teeth!" He commanded his charge, watching as the stranger dodged the bite at the last minute. Tyrfing continued his sprint, barreling the full force of his oversized form into the crocodile's side to give a small moment of distraction to the grey wolf, pushing off the scaley skin with all four paws to dodge the retaliatory bite.