Redhawk Caldera Sweet child o' mine

"What makes you think she isn't a biter?" Peregrine quipped. "She got Finley good the other day. Yes, she definitely has teeth. Just ask Fin's foot or, better yet, Fox's nips." He grimaced with a wry laugh. Fox's teats were being punished by the puppies' developing teeth and he didn't envy her at all. He wished he knew more about medicine -- or that Ashton hadn't left them at such an absurdly terrible time -- so that he could whip up some kind of balm for her sore, chafed boobies.

Even though Wildfire couldn't understand, she grinned rather toothily at Jaws, as if she'd comprehended his question. She tittered when he pressed his cold nose against her ear, leaning into the touch. Her golden eyes lifted to his face, so near to hers, waiting to see what what came next.