Noctisardor Bypass You talk like a man and taste like the sun

Yes, Wylla confirmed, adopting her very best spooky-ghost voice. Fat, healthy little boy puppies are the Bogeyman's favourite. Okay, that sounded fucked up. Someone overhearing this conversation from afar might wonder exactly what sort of predator Wylla was playing at. Child Protective Services, anyone?

Very tasty, Wylla countered, hunching over in her own weird approximation of a beastly Bogeyman and shuffling toward Worripa with a playfully threatening lash of her tongue over her lips. This wasn't the best way to play with a puppy — Mahler would probably have words for her behaviour later, if Worripa told anyone about this encounter — but at least she was talking to the kid, right? That was at least better than the way she'd handled the last unrelated kids she'd had the misfortune of being in a pack with.

Little did she know that Worripa was very much related to her, or she might have rethought the whole bit about scaring the boy and making him think she was a hungry monster out to get him. Licking her chops, Wylla feigned a lunge toward Worripa and clacked her teeth together — playful, not threatening — and that was enough to frighten Praimfaya's bold male child back into the foliage and away from the "Bogeyman".