swimming lessons (gfy)

Between Mercy and Pyx, the water stained red. Ripping teeth finally finding purchase in the softer underside of the behemoth, it thrashed, trying to beat and escape to deeper water, but not today. The boy pulled with a fierce tenacity, intent on getting it up on the shore where they could finish it off. Dragging ever so slowly as the life drained from it in the water. Maybe the others would pay attention as the Raiders butchered their companions. Maybe they'd finally learn the wolves weren't prey.

It movements were getting more sluggish, the fight seeming to go out of it with a finally thumping groan, but the boy wouldn't stop in his dragging and ripping, not until they were out of the water, and he was sure it was dead.

"speech"