Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

unexpectedly, the flesh of this nether-creature is like chomping on vines. her teeth puncture, but the rope shields the underlying skin — ava is mystified. 

she sprung back in the manner of a jackal boldly snapping at a feasting lioness’s hocks, alighting several paces away with a show of teeth. 

so whatever garment he wore protected his hide like armor. ava realized if it came to it, she could not sink teeth deep enough to kill. the thought chilled her and compelled her to take another three steps back. 

but it spoke! she snapped her ears forward, tense but still — waiting for an explanation on how a wolf could become converted to what amounted to bleached kelp on seastone.