Dawnlark Plains ranger

When his teeth come, Tikigâk meets them with her own in a jaw spar to dissuade him from his maneuvering. And as he makes a bid for her neck, she surges toward him and snaps at his own face in a clear warning she would swiftly escalate should it not be heeded.

Most lessons needed to be learned through teeth, and she was an adept educator young though she was. Her tail flagged over her hips in clear assertion. She did not refuse the blood pressed upon her; that, she thought nothing of. 

Now her teeth clicked at the open air, diffusing—she stalked some odd steps ahead and sniffed once more at the wind, contemplating their direction.