“ Yeah, yeah. ”

“ What are you, my mate? Get lost. ”

“ I'll write you off as a concubine. I'm sure Farena will enjoy someone so smaller with him. ”

“ Pfft. ”

“ Ruggie, Ruggie, Ruggie... ” leaning downwards — looking right into the other's eyes. “ Touch my cubs or mate and walking funny because of Farena will be the / least / of your concerns. ”

She wouldn't even count for a full meal.

Eyebrow twitch. Other than that, not a reaction — it hurt, somewhat, but... “ baby fangs. ”

That's her charm.

Depends on the day.

“ Speak out of turn again, hyena. See how many teeth you'll be missing next time you pry. ”

Hardly a word he wants attributed to him — but suppose he'll take it.

“ Ruggie's breath is what'll scare your guest off. I'm doing you a favor, if anything. Rude woman. ”

╱╱ 。leona: a- your muses, having had enough:

What a shame it would be, to wake with worms and dirt down your guts — dead men tell / no / tales.

Missing an important point here ; sometimes the burial comes before death.

If he has the guts for it, why not? Best make his first and only shot count.

And who's to care for his sickly mother when little Ruggie ends up missing? Such a heartless boy.

“ Get lost, beauty queen. ”