with your sharp teeth

Iqniq came to the sound, too, but before him, Lasher. Her thick plume waved as he paused at a distance and, looking but once to Iqniq to invite him along, she closed it without trepidation, her demeanor harmless even despite her perpetual grimace and frightening mass. She had changed in appearance since he had last seen her; she had filled out, from her longevity in leadership and her success, but also held the scarred muzzle and the nicked ear. The former wound was quite identical to her mothers own.

He looked well, and her approving gaze spoke of that thought. "How fairs your Plateau," comes her voice, gruff and interested.