King Elk Forest From the Ashes

Well they were certainly alike with their mother, weren't they. Tiny hairs standing on end, sharp milk teeth bared at him as if they truly stood a chance of defending their home.

The female gazed at him shamelessly, as children do. They're curious things, usually asked way too many questions. It's why Jarus didn't get along with the younglings.

Before he knew what was happening the male had bit into him, drawing tiny pinpricks of blood. The mountain of a man raised his eyebrows as he leaned down to attempt to take the boys tail gently in his teeth and lift him above the ground.