Coconut Grove for you, it's been so long

To say that Rokig was safe to turn his back was, obviously, incorrect. There was no telling how the stranger would percieve his new friend, no matter what they did to aid him. With a taste for blood lingering on his tongue it would not be so far-fetched to expect Screech to be thrown face-first in to Rokig, bearing teeth and ready to rend him to pieces as he had with Raven — 

in fact, the thought might've flit through his mind —

but then the stranger was giving instruction; he demonstrated an alternative use for those teeth, and as Rokig withdrew to give the stranger a chance, those teeth were being sent gnashing at the root system. The flood of water was enough to make him sputter at first — choking as he chewed — but he swallowed that fluid, and the plant matter, gulping and gnashing until there was nothing left but mud.

There was no reponse to the stranger's question — not until Screech's eye turned upon Rokig, and a pleading expression set itself upon the boy's face.