Scraping himself off the pavement, putting his life back together, and bringing glory to the Raiders-- maybe not in that order. Dread has a job to do, and he's not going to shirk those responsibilities. He's not going to shirk any responsibilities, actually. Moving beneath the red sky, patrolling the borders, dragging whatever kids along with him. They needed to learn. They would learn, in time. "You need to stay vigilant. Look for smells that don't belong here, and keep your guard up." Dread's instructions are maybe not the best, but it's enough. Speaking of smells that don't belong here, the man picks up the stench. Boggy, swampy, and gross. "Hippos it is, kiddos." Though Dread is composed, he's tense. Leading the charge down the swampy borders and right into the squishy grey beast. dread fallen

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Tide visibly rolls his eyes, the moment Dread's back is turned. Sure, they're patrolling. What's the use patrolling in a swamp? Who would even want to come mess with a swamp? Estuary, he guesses, but like... it's basically a swamp. Really, why's he being dragged off for lessons? Davey had snuck out without him, leaving Tide to suffer on his own.

He'd at least pretend to sniff the border on this patrol. Vaguely listening to Dread, wandering after the man without paying the most attention to his surroundings. At least, not until there's the call. Hippos. Hell yeah.

Tide takes off like a bat out of hell, launching himself at the beast's heels. Snapping and snarling, the unholy terror in the boy's chest already unleashing. He's a bit feral. More than a bit, but the herdy thing instincts are strong. Go for the heels! The heels!

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