Lion Head Mesa silence is the unbearable repartee

Before he realized, and could maneuver himself out of the way, teeth took hold of his shoulder. He made no soundly remarks, but was now far more in–tune with the spar taking place.

Jerking his head sideways, his teeth snapped, eagerly searching for a hold upon their scruff in order to drag them off. And if that wasn't successful, he would make easy work in simply shaking them away.