[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Crocodile[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Orc Camp
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Crunchy, crunchy skeletons & Loud noises[/center][/b]
The aggressive part of the crocodile brain was satisfied with the outcome of the attack, the downward swing of its upper jaw, the crunch of bone, the sight of the target not moving anymore. It was all good, and only cost the low, low price of getting a bunch of broken bone in its mouth: nothing that the reptile wasn't built to handle. The bones tasted like dirt and grime, but that wasn't something the tiny brain of the reptile took into account. Even the druid behind it all felt pretty pleased with the end result. Healer was safe(ish) and she didn't end up horribly wounded this time.

The crocodile brain did not react to the exploding skeletons. Loud noises did not do good things to the psychology of any animal. The first instinct was to run away, one that Cyne found herself agree with fervently. However, she had a self-appointed job, and she was going to keep it. However, she had no idea how. She was good at close combat in an animal shape. Long distance combat was not really something she could participate in, given her current form and lack of appendage. So while magic shenanigans happened all around  her, Cyne focused on not panicking and making sure there were no hidden threats to the party or Satilla.