Adrenaline was quickly doing it's work and in combination with his training he soon was putting his full weight on the limb though it shook a little as he did so. Baldur eyed the water disdainfully. Great? how were they supposed to get to shore and to safety now with that thing lurking in the water. He listened to Odette describe it as a really big lizard. Great? that meant it was probably tough, leathery and hard to kill. Not that he was prepared to go into the water after it, that much was for sure. Baldur was a fair swimmer but nowhere near skilled enough to feel comfortable challenging an aquatic creature on it's home turf. Especially one with that many teeth.
Baldur blinked as he realized Odette was up a tree. She quickly came down muttering something about Wormwood? Baldur's ears perked forward curiously as he wondered what on earth she was talking about. Was that what the lizard was? A Wormwood? He watched her as she chewed an odd looking plant. "Um? Odette what are you doing? This is an odd time to season your meal." It was a half-hearted joke but anything to ignore the pain that was swiftly coming back. It was motion and action that helped him ignore and numb physical pain. Standing around was only causing his mind to shift back to the injury.
She requested a minute and Baldur sat to lick his wounds, eyes glancing sideways at the beast that was slowly gliding closer to the island edge. Then her plan became clear and Baldur smiled. A distraction? Perfect! He nodded. "I'm a trained soldier, Odette. I can bear a wound such as this for many miles." He steadied his limbs to prove the point.
The fish sailed through the air like a starting gun and Baldur took off into the water, taut muscles uncoiled and pulsed with power. He stumbled twice but overall the limb grudgingly bore the weight and abuse as he'd been well conditioned too. She started to slow and Baldur did as well wondering if she'd caught a paw. Hackles raised and fangs bared he'd shifted to strike when she kicked at the beast. He let out a bark of laughter. "Good shot!" He twirled around to keep going when the ground beneath his paws shifted and he was under the water.
Panic shot through him, he could barely see but he knew what was coming for him. His backlegs struck something scaely as he struggled toward the surface. He was directly next to the gator though slightly above and as his back paws touched it's back he kicked off violently, scruff tearing as he broke the surface. Adrenalin in full force Baldur barreled onto the shore panting. The gator didn't seem to well? it slugglishly landed on the shore then slowly slid back into the water, it's body tipping slightly.
Panting Baldur rested on the shore for a moment before getting to his feet and shaking out his coat. Blood was pooling on the back of his neck where two cuts, each an inch deep and four or so inches long stained his coat. "Giant festering toadtools on a boars back! I HATE those things? I really do." His flesh shuddered as if he'd been bitten by flies. Sauntering higher up he made no display of his injuries and took them in stride though he new the adrenaline would soon fade. "What was that stuff you put on the fish? It looked like it didn't set well with that lizard."
