Run if you want

Xairo felt a surge of pride as his siblings joined the fray, their courage and skill bolstering his own resolve. He darted nimbly around the massive creature, his paws barely touching the ground as he wove a dizzying pattern of feints and lunges. The beast's small eyes followed him, its massive head swinging back and forth as it tried to track his movements. Xairo seized the opportunity to strike, launching himself at the creature's broad snout- about the same time Ravana was trying to claw her way on top of it’s head.

His jaws clamped down on the rubbery flesh, the taste of mud and river water flooding his mouth. The creature let out a deafening bellow of pain and rage, thrashing its head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge him and his sister. But Xairo held fast, his teeth sinking deeper into the thick hide. He could feel the creature's hot breath blasting against his face, the stench of rotting fish and fetid water nearly overwhelming him. But he refused to let go, even as the beast's thrashing intensified.

"Xairo Saxe"