Blackwater Islands but can you speak without a tongue?

It wasn't long before her anger quelled, and she loosened her grip. As soon as she let go of his maw, the arctic male scrambled to his feet and hurried away a few steps. If she came at him again he would run. Still trembling, his heart racing, he stared at her, expression returning to his face. Kalika went about preening as if she'd only done her duty, she showed no remorse, no guilt, it was as if this was what he'd deserved. How he deserved this, how anyone deserved this he didn't know. He flinched when she spoke, half expecting her to attack him again.

He still wasn't quite all there, the panic attack he'd had was still muddling his thoughts. Her words went not apprehended, but he nodded his head anyway. He licked his lips, for the first time feeling the damage she'd done. Her teeth had punctured a half circle around his mouth, and blood was oozing out of the holes slowly. The red liquid tasted hot in his mouth, but it wasn't foreign to him. Then, still licking his burning mouth, he turned and walked away, hoping to find a place where he could hide and cry, alone where he was safest.