Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

The paw moved back in a rather lightning quick motion, disappearing from her reach. Pale eyes questioned him as he bared his fangs, what a strange reaction to touch. She mimicked him, her own tiny teeth flashing but not in malice but in pure imitation. This was an action she had never seen before so, of course, she had to try it out for herself.

What a strange sensation.