Moonspear tooth-hurty

Her pounce landed successfully, and Lyra drove her poor nephew to the ground before he had time to utter a single word. He was a sizeable boy, seemingly inheriting much of his height and weight from Dirge, but she still toppled him. His build would serve him well in the future should he learn how to wield it properly; but for now, the pup was still growing, long-legged and clumsy.

Pinning him, a wicked smile curved across her features as Lyra opened her mouth to teach him a valuable lesson about reaction times and always keeping his guard up, before she noticed Osiris choke and splutter, staring wide-eyed up at her. His tooth?

It was then her turn to look surprised, and the Ostrega woman quickly backed off her nephew in alarm to allow him to his feet. "Osiris, oh, I'm so sorry!" she stammered, flustered for a rare moment, but it was quickly replaced with a show of reserved concern and she moved closer to take a look at his jaws. "Here, let me see."