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She eyed him, stiff and stationary. He babbled and that annoyed part of her but... she knew what a crocodile was and his mannerisms told her that... he wasn't trying to talk his way out of trouble. There was a difference between that and scrambling to explain yourself, subtle but still there if you looked for it. He wasn't looking to rile her up and she wasn't looking to make a bad name for the Spine. She would not attack a lone wolf for no reason as he yet hadn't done anything wrong. Yet.

"I know what a crocodile is, shit-for-brains." A pause, a sly look, and she darted forward snipping her teeth just a hair's breadth from his nose before seeking to bring him down with her sheer weight again, time after time until he went down and they tumbled together. 

She would break away again, snapping her jaws at his tail as she circled him. "Nice to meet you, shit-for-brains. The name's Kroc." She grinned, her hackles flat as she came around his front again, somewhat tense in case he decided to return the pounce.