swimming lessons (gfy)

These beasts are certainly work, but Davey is enjoying himself far too much. Really laying into the beast, while he stood astride it. An onslaught of teeth and claws, digging in and bearing down. Scraping against the armored skin, so vicious that a scale comes lose in his mouth. Gross. Davey spits it out, pinging off the croc's eye and into the water.

Snarling, breathing deep, and digging deep. It's all Davey can do as he tries to get through the armored beast, and hold on for dear life. Right, they're dragging them all to the banks. He can do that. Well, he can try. Hopping into the shallows to herd it, savagely nipping at its heels, they pressure the beast onto the warm sand.

"speech"