You Fucked Up

The sound of thundering paws broke through the fog and, the moment that Cirrus saw that she wasn't alone, the switch in her mind flicked. The clouded woman turned, ready to intercept the new enemy, but he rushed past her and sank his teeth into the crocodile instead. And then, as though he'd been warned of her absence and the danger that she was in, Tiros appeared. The barest of smiles turned up the corners of the fae's maw and, in tandem with her twin, Cirrus attacked.

It was common knowledge that the underside of a crocodile or alligator was the softest part. So, as the two larger wolves kept the legs under control, Cirrus attacked the sides of the beasts bit, swollen belly. This forced her into the water and washed a lot of the blood from her coat, but oh well. The bloodthirst was upon her and little else mattered. Jaws clamped down hard, pulling away soft scutes and flesh until her mouth was filled with the rich, somewhat briny taste of reptile blood. Cirrus whipped her head from side to side, tearing off a hunk of flesh which she promptly spat into the ocean. The tide was slowly coming in and they would either have to run the croc off or get it higher onto the beach.

The massive muscles within the croc tensed and the beast turned, spinning in place thanks to the waterlogged earth beneath it. If the brutes didn't let go, they would surely be drug along. Cirrus, smaller and more dainty, side stepped, dancing through the water so that she could continue tearing bits out of the crocodilian bit by bit. The creature spun again, it's long mouth wide as it hissed and spat. She was the target, but being so close to its side the croc could do little more than spin in circles. Dummy.

"Speech"