Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep 'em on a leash
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Kerberos came back to the idea of teeth, as he listened to Giggle. Talking was important. Valuable. It was how one gained more teeth, made it easier to hunt and eat. As a pup, he had been fed by all those who he had met so far that could talk, and while he considered that once he was bigger he would simply eat them-- Baratheon, Usui, Giggle--... Well, the words perhaps had a similiar effect as the spores did. Subtle. Potentially long lasting.
"Nothing," echoed the one head, though the others stayed silent. The pup rose to his paws, shook out the water from his thick fur. He looked around, sniffing at the air, pondering. He had to meet a lot of gembounds-- and somehow not eat them-- for this to work. He had a feeling he was about to go very hungry for a while... Unless he kept getting food from everyone he talked to. Something about that hit his pride oddly and made red nose snort.
On one hand, perhaps Kerberos had learned something. On the other, perhaps he was just taking her words a bit too literally. Go and speak and listen and learn... "Thank you." He said slowly, with each head, all at once. His tail wagged gently, and he picked his way over to one of the bones that he had cleaned before, picking it up-- it wasn't a thigh bone, but that was alright. It was a rib of some sort, maybe. Strong. Sturdy. He cast a glance her way, and as if he had figured something out from all of this, he abruptly bolted off.
He would certainly return when he got hungry again... Or, maybe, when he was older and wiser. If such a thing was possible.