swimming lessons (gfy)

Gilda hadn't anticipated just how muscular crocodile tails were, and armoured, with scutes that dug into the roof of her mouth, but they were so close to the shore and despite being flung to the left and right with each powerful thrust of its tail, she was gradually inching the beasty step by step closer to the shore. Damn those teeth would make a cool necklace. Maybe once they were done, Ken would teach her how to make one?

A low growl rumbled in her chest as her paws finally connected with silty sand, rather than ankle deep water. She let go of her hold and lunged for a stubby limb that was already missing a clawed foot. Seemed like the big lizards weren't even friendly with each other. The pop of snapping jaws did little to deter her.

"speech"