Ankyra Sound 'Cause only gold is hot enough

Somewhere on the canvas of shadows that served as his vision, something stirred. The only warning Ephraim had that Illidan—hereafter referred to, at least internally, as Premier Fatass—was coming for him was a blurry shimmer of grey against the blackness of the den, and then his heftier brother crashed into him.
With a grunt that petered out into a whine, Ephraim parted his jaws, twisted his smaller body, and aimed to clamp his gums down on whatever was assaulting his flank.