itching and itching and itching - for a fight!

Watching as the girls white hairs shed off of her like a mini blizzard, he wondered. He didn't know a thing about medicine or healing or... anything, really, that wasn't fighting or hunting, but something seemed off with her. He couldn't remember seeing fleshy pink skin on anyone else quite like this, but it wasn't much of his business anyway. As long as she didn't return to the family worse he figured all was good.

When she asked what he thought, he relaxed onto his haunches and thought for a moment. "Well would you rather  fight me or find something else to fight?" He smirked, flashing her a quick glance at his pointy teeth, and perhaps even the extra teeth had she been paying close enough attention to notice that he had two pairs of upper canines instead of just one, as if his baby teeth didn't fall out and just scooted over to make room.

"Speech."