with your sharp teeth

the witch's cry rose into warm summer's air and lasher jerked involuntarily from where he had been slumbering near the rendezvous site. a practiced eye he flickered over the children's whereabouts -- they did not sleep in slumbering piles, but near enough to one another, almost at their adult heights. with a short cry to alert the members of the pack that he was departing for a short time, taltos set a quick pace for himself in tonravik's direction.

swampgaze beheld her massive dark form as he mounted a rise, and after a pause he descended, paws carrying him in careful movement. when he was within twenty paces taltos paused, tail swaying once at his hips while his expression asked why she had summoned him.