“And you need to stop,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. “I get it. Kieran almost stepped on your tail.” I turned to the wolven. “Reaver almost bit your hand. Stop whining and get over it.” “He almost stepped on my entire leg,” Reaver corrected. “Not my tail.” “And he almost bit my arm off.” Kieran’s eyes narrowed. “Not my hand.”
