Shimmering Sands I have a very small mouth and only grabbed some of you

Wylla didn't stick around long enough for Smokestep's barbs; Sandpiper spat into the sand, earning a wretched snarl from the peppered bitch, but when Raptor flapped his mangy foot in her face, she snapped. Her jaws whirled and slammed shut on his toes, grinding down so hard she felt her head shudder, and then she was letting go and turning and heading on her way with a belligerent kick of her heels to send sand cascading in their direction. Whatever Smokestep said was swallowed by the roar of the sea as Wylla flagged her tail over her back, deliberately displaying her puckered asshole for the lot of them, and sauntered away whilst clutching her shattered dignity and hope to her chest.