Sawtooth Spire the frog king, or iron heinrich

midst shoving and bullying her shoulders against her darksome sibling, phaedra mithered insistent and relentless against the jowls of her father, licking his muzzle and ebon flews.
their father gurned, blew his grits as requested, and walked off, likely to avoid the raptor-like vying, like as not to ensue over his spewed stomach contents. 
phaedra was on the regurgitated bits ricky-frickin-tick, posturing bodily over the mahlmagundi with a puppy-sized growl dredged up from her throat. she was going to eat first, and thade could have whatever she didn't want. if he had a problem with that, he was more than welcome to seek counsel from the tiny parrying daggers cutting her gums.