i think i'm cracking up

There was something growing up here, something Wake was awfully interested in. Tide didn't know why, but tagging along was better than sitting at home doing fuckall. Exploring... exploring would be good enough. He'd go tromping around in the woods, slushing through the leaves that had already begun to fall.

Really, it's a good romp. He's enjoying himself thoroughly, tumbling through the foliage and undergrowth. It's all this activity, though, that attracts attention. Before tide knows exactly what's up, there are three coyotes taking up arms. Circling him like sharks.

Good thing he fucking hates sharks. Tide charges the scrawniest of the bunch, throwing himself across the ground at a breakneck pace. Snarling and snapping, devastating, despite his size. Hell yeah brother.

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