Ankyra Sound you're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you

Yowling in surprise, Nyx' young victim did not swing around to snap her way but instead tumbled over himself to disappear down into the hole he'd dug out. She threw her head back to laugh hertily, and mustered her toothless grin when she spotted him peeking over the edge.

Her tail lashed at her rear, mischief gleaming in her electric yellow irises, and observed quietly as Lycaon shrunk further into his hollow. Hunching her shoulders, the tawny Ostrega braced herself; if he was anything like her, he would no doubt be preparing his own assault.

Nyx arched a suggestive brow as he announced that she'd missed his face, shooting him a look that said dat butt tho. He then bounded over the mound of sand toward her, lips puckered, and Nyx reared up to meet him by clicking her fangs playfully against Lycaon's pallid muzzle while her paws reached out to push against his tufted chest.