Paiya dragged her tongue carefully over each of her teeth on the lookout for breaks and spots that had dulled. She had always envied the children with their teeth of nettles that sliced with ease. If a cub were full grown and had the same biting capacity as she did, they would not find them so cute.
In the demon pride, everyone was a bit like a grown cub. The edges of her maw slowly curled over the whites of those teeth and her eyes went searching off into the night.
Yes, she was bored. There were lots of people like her in the pride, but not many unlike her. It was really no fun to mess with people that would fight back and had rights. After all, when you got the slaves to be loyal, they would tell you anything. What was more, you could do anything to them.
She heard a sound off to her right and she perked her ears towards it. "Who's there?" she asked in an almost musical voice as she lifted her paw to lick and clean it much in the same manner she'd inspected her teeth.
