Death Roll

Keetie had only faced a crocodile once before in her life. A long time ago, but a memorable occasion. “Hey Handsome - it’s jaws, once closed, are weak!” She advised Vidarr as she eyed its back. In most predators, the tactic of one wolf distracting and the other attacking the back worked well. In a crocodile, the tail was just as deadly as the front. More so, because there were weak points near its front that its back didn’t have.

Well… there was only one thing for it, then. She got a running start, her delicate, lithe frame stretching out as she galloped forward, coiled her body, and leaped. Landing hard on the back of the crocodile. Her claws struggled and dug into its scales to hold her on. “Here’s your chance, hot stuff!”

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