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

The kid had decent instincts, and she found herself less and less annoyed as he instinctively picked up what he needed to to help rather than hinder the task at hand. When life finally fled the last opponent, she dropped her hold and waited to see what the boy would do. He picked up on the scent and charged ahead blindly, but Rota was there to shadow him, teeth clicking a chorus at the heels of their retreating enemies, a rumbling growl sending the message home clearly. This was not their home or shelter. For their kind, this place would be a nothing but a tomb, and they'd best not forget it any time soon.