The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

Last for me too!

Sihaya tasted flesh between his teeth and blood on his tongue, but their quarry was quick to wrench away and break into a run. The half-breed halted abruptly at Germanicus’ command. They watched their foe retreat into the darkened forest. The Mazoi’s breath shuttered as his tongue rolled over the jowls of his mouth. How thrilling.

The general had a good head on his shoulders. Pharoah, more extravagant in nature, called out a death threat.

Sihaya remained silent, but clicked his teeth together – like the sound of beads clinking an abacus – and loped behind his leaders as they turned away to rejoin their allies.