Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get the guy?

Gideon took the fearlessness of youth for granted. When the large grey wolf swung around and snapped large teeth, producing a cracking sound that was almost thunderous in his small ears, it failed him for the first time. His eyes widened to show the whites and he stumbled back several ungainly steps, those tails curling neatly under his hindquarters as he shrank away from Anselm.

He licked his lips once, twice, and glanced back at Ava. It should have been a lesson learned, but inside of Gideon there lived a mischievous imp. The imp would not be cowed by a big man flashing big teeth at him, and it set to work slowing the hammering of his heart. Upon realizing he was not in immediate danger, Gideon gave in to the urge to do what toddlers did best: mocking adults.

Ver mana? came his poor mimicry, complete with a scowl to match Anselm's.