Whatever Tylar had expected to see it was not that. Something was triggered within him, some deep and primal feeling of [i]nope[/i] that flowed through his body as the thing finished with the rhino and turned to face him. He started swimming upwards as fast as he could, but in his panicked need to get away it as more like flailing and he failed to go anywhere and the thing closed in on him. Then he felt something grab hold of his shirt collar and yank.

His head broke surface as the phantom limb dragged him to the shoreline. He scrambled in the mud and out of the water, clawing his way onto land. He ignored everything. He just started sprinting past the assembled animals for the treeline, shouting the only thing he could compare what he'd seen to, that name Stella had for the plushy that sat on her nightstand. 

"Cthulhu!" he yelled, running madly. "Cthulhu!" He shouted as a warning to any that was in a state to hear. "Cthulhu!"

In the back of his mind he knew that he'd forgotten his bag at the shoreline, that he wouldn't be able to get anywhere without lunch and his wallet. The rational part of his mind knew he'd get reprimanded for losing it.

The Phantom Limb followed along behind him, bag in tow.