shark tank

Áskell listened as Hattori gave them orders. He nodded and swiftly followed after his alpha, leaping easily onto the bamboo bridges and heading to the other side of the net. Ari followed swiftly after him, leaping up onto his shoulders. Áskell reached out to snag the other corner of the net in his teeth while the macaque leaned over to help unsecure it so the wolves could move it. With the net held tight in his teeth Áskell waited for further orders, trusting Ari to assist if needed.

When he heard his alpha's call, Áskell shifted, limbs surging as he tried to mirror the movement of the others in such a way that the net would surround the shark. He was less worried about the strength of the rope and more about the strength of their teeth. Best to tie off the net onto something more secure. A giant log of thrashing muscle could easily outdo them. Ari seemed to be on the same page and swiftly grabbed the net, head looking for any place more secure to tie it to.