Careful to not lose his balance and tip face forward into the water, Corsair maintained his perch on the crocs thick neck. Tide lived up to his nickname and led the croc closer to shore, his brother holding on for dear life and pouncing forward to bap the crocs jaws shut prematurely any time it lunged to snap at the smaller wolf, like a twisted life or death version of whack-a-mole.
Problem was, it drew the crocs attention to his presence, and the great beast turned a reptilian eye in his direction before it suddenly rolled, dumping the near yearling into the shallow water and churning mud.
