Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

Mesmerised, Ciri slobbered carelessly over the rounded edge of exposed hinge joint with her tongue as she aimed to fit the entire thing in her mouth, milk teeth grinding against it. She growled with determination, unsure of the bitter and metallic taste of aging blood.

Elke's curiosity differed entirely from that of her bolder littermate. Where the paler of the duo piped up in question, Ciri continued to gnaw until her jaw muscles tired. When at last she was prepared to relinquish her hold, she turned instead to pawing at it to hear the sound of her little claws against enamel.