Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

She did not speak to him.

Crowfeather gazed at her, slipping quickly from confusion to fear.

Ssatsu, he lisped sharply, the woman’s name whistled into the air through the gaps in his teeth. She had her back to him and was preparing something, but the shadow felt as though she had intentionally shielded herself away from his eyes. The very idea burned him, flushing his cheeks and filling him with frustration, with bewilderment.

What doing? Crowfeather asked her, voice rising slightly. It was difficult to talk. His tongue felt thick and challenging to maneuver in his mouth. The spaces where his teeth had been made easy escape holes for the muscle and he struggled to keep it contained. Absentmindedly, he drew the tongue along his muzzle and felt the indentation of wounds there. Wuh… wuh happen? Ssatsu?