I'm Gonna Make Boots Out Of You [Alligator Fight!]

The boy had been busy rummaging through the flotsam looking for anything he might be able to use for jewelry making when the shout of ass-lizards caught his ear. Was that Sid or Cal? His tail waved excitedly at his back. Even if it wasn't, anyone who knew those sorts of words was probably gonna be ok in his books.

The clumsy boy bounded through the mud and mangrove roots, crashing all the way. When he spotted the girl halfway up a tree, he realised she missed the colour of his siblings but it didn't worry him any. Alligators had cool teeth and he wanted them!

In his excitement, he tripped on a root and summersaulted towards the beast, so focused on the wolf in the tree that he missed the brown blur barreling towards it, catching it mid-lunge, the reptile was shoved half onto the bank, fat-assed almost yearling sprawled across it's back Steve Irwin style, scrambling to get his back feet beneath him, and his front paws over the alligators thrashing and snapping skull.

"Crikey, gimme a hand would ya?!"