Ankyra Sound this is how the city-folk and mole-people connect

just like all other things around caiaphas, lycaon attempted to flee from her affection. she would not be deterred -- she set about her task in a matronly way, quiet, content -- and despite the battling babe between her paws it brought her great comfort to see to it every inch of his precious face (phizog) and frame was tended. "eeeeeeeeeeeergghh is right," she rejoined in a soft murmur, giving him one last smooch on his precious forehead before canting him back (the nerve! as if he were a doll to play with!) to inspect her roughshod handiwork.