sometimes i give myself the creeps

Tide would be staying far the fuck away from water, at least for a good long while. First the sturgeon, then his brother baiting him into a shark's line of sight? Nah. Absolutely the fuck not. Never again, if he could help it.

Was he being dramatic? Always.

Grumbling and moving through the tall, dry autumn grasses of the Knolls, the boy isn't too bothered. Certainly not as fussed as he should be, actually. There's something stalking him through the brush, though Tide doesn't see them until it's nearly too late.

Three coyotes are upon the pup in a blink, and he starts the process of snapping and snarling his way out. Already feeling teeth on his back, the boy is pound for pound savage as he springs to life.

"Tide"