Starting to sounder like a bad time

Trying to get his bearings on the beach, Tide had been spending a lot of time out here since the move. That, and he'd been spending a lot of time trying to disappear. Something about having to cross open water every time he wanted to go somewhere... yeah, not a fan. Not a fan of the water, not a fan of the islands, and not a fan of his current situation.

Unable to dwell on that too much, as Gilda's call pulled him from the noise in his head. At least he's not the one being harassed by predators this time. Bait's brain clicks on, seeing the horde of boar running as they are after Rip. Without another thought, Tide drives himself across the ground. He'd go for heels, over and over. Trying to grab, reaching out to nip. Feeling the way skin and flesh catch beneath his teeth, though his grip keeps slipping. At least he's able to drive the angry mob into a direction that's something like away from Rip's dumb ass.

"Tide"