with your sharp teeth

before he could speak, a reddish brute appeared, standing protectively alongside tonravik. he said not a word; taltos' nares flared and a brief smile traced his lips. "strong with loyal wolves and young children, as your Spine surely will be soon." he assumed the man beside her would be the sire to the children the witch carried. she resembled siku more closely each time he looked upon her; this made breath hitch in his throat, and a pang of the familiar heartache sounded.