User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-25808351-20180124030225/@comment-28358106-20180219213357

"Everything is well, Danthe," Tirush says, looking at Adelhard as she speaks. He can almost detect a smile on her face. "But this boy does not show the proper respect.  He uses sweet words, and calls me proper names.  But he does not mean them."

"Oh?" Thomas looks mildly surprised.

"No.  He kneels and scrapes and says yes and yes and yes, until he hears something he does not like.  Then he presumes to tell me what I should think, as if a rabbit has the voice to speak to the mountain."

"Is that so?" Thomas' brow raises as he folds his arms and leans on the balustrade. He sounds half bored.

Below, Partha doesn't slow down as she leaps to Marcus' feet, biting his boot. She growls as she begins dragging him, and doesn't get far before Marcus is whomped by something large.

A huge, flying animal lands next to them and bowls them both over. Marcus feels himself rolled several times, almost tossed by the powerful, growling snoot.

When he comes to a stop, he can see what it is. Typhon has left his pen and has decided to join the tussle. Although a juvenile with no spikes, the young Espinas is still thirty feet long. He crouches and wiggles, snorting, to pounce on Marcus once more.