Wheeling Gull Isle And I am gentle

There is a rustling from beside her that rouses her from gentle slumber. When her eyes blink themselves open, they squint as they focus on the form of one of her brothers. At first, she cannot tell which one it is; two of them, she'd learned, are very particularly similar in appearance, muted and monochromatic for the most part. She reaches a paw out towards him, and decides based on sensation that it is Judah.
A mousy yip leaves her lungs, widening her eyes as her face moves closer to his. Calm down! Then, jaws open and clasp around his nose. There is a weird feeling as she presses down; she is biting. She has teeth!