Sleeping Dragon firesuite

They did not continue on, however. Tatkret almost ran into Sangilak's backside as she stopped abruptly and turned to face him. Her look and low growl was enough for Tatkret to lower his gaze and ears, licking his lips sheepishly. The taste still lingered, and he scrunched his muzzle and bared his front teeth at the remaining salty flavour. Then came the command and, after a moment of hesitation, Tatkret did as she asked, jaws parted for his company to inspect, hoping she did not simply rip out his tongue.