Big ole lizard

Biting down on the beast’s ribcage, Nimue is surprised by the resilience of its hide. Her teeth barely puncture through it, drawing little blood to the surface. It was hard to get a good grip too, with its writhing and tough exterior, which earned a snarl from Nimue.

Still, she’d take what she could, ripping away a little chink of meat and stumbling back a few steps. With the other wolf on its back, taunting it and clawing at its eyes, it started to writhe and convulse, trying to throw them off. Nimue had to gauge for an opening, taking the only one she could see. She’d have to attack its side again. Repeating her motion, she’d leap back in, grabbing the crocodile by the existing wound. Only this time, her teeth sunk deeper, spilling more blood and ripping away a sinewed mess of carnage.  

"Nimue Vasanti"