Ankyra Sound No, I haven't had no dope, lift up the velvet rope

It took only two blinks for Chusi to close the distance between them, grasp the tentacle, and give it a hard yank. Admittedly, Wylla didn't have any other ideas to offer. But when her head was wrenched painfully forward, a crick developed in her neck at the same exact moment that the tentacle peeled free of her tongue, removing about six layers of skin with it. With a furious yowl, Wylla backpedaled and began working her bleeding tongue across the roof of her mouth with an accusing glare.

"Ow!" she whined, pinning her dark ears back as she attempted to twist her neck to the side and stopped short when pain built in its base. "That hurt, why'd you have to be so rough?" Again, Wylla didn't have any other bright ideas on removing tentacles from tongues and would likely have offered the same sort of assistance, but it was always so easy to take physical pain and morph it into emotional anguish as well for her that doing so came naturally.