“Toto, I don’t think she wants to talk,” Sol warned. He slinked closer, never taking his eyes off her as he reached the staircase. “She…she can talk, snarl, or spill my blood on these steps. As long as she tells me her name.” The Smilodon roared when his paw reached the first step. He froze. “Toto, are you insane? Get away from her—she’ll kill you!”
