sorry all i know is "bite things" and "love my wife"

Róta gnashed her teeth at the scuttling paws that ran away from her. Stupid fool child had a death wish. First a lion, and now this? She would be having words with his father if the idiot boy fucking survived. Her breath was coming in heavy snorts by the time she reached the crypt, sides heaving, blood pounding through her veins, even before the chorus of battle washed over her. Ah fuck. They were here now, may as well have a little fun, no?

She spotted her nephew hanging off a coyote leg and moved in with practiced ease to bite the other canine behind the ears, jerking her head savagely until a satisfying crack left the body limp in her jaws. She dropped the boy in front of Steig. "We're not here for chew toys, who are we taking down next?"