Teeth clashed, caught his lip--Kirk followed him, bit close, his cool slick flesh filmed with copper. Ayel shoved against him with a growl, not thinking--hardly feeling Ael, who wasn't there, who was too gentle to live, who would never have attacked--James. He was all anger and triumph and like something real. What was it, what was it, humans had two names and what had Bones called...

He would find it. There was time. Ayel clung, ground their faces together, and licked in to steal his breath.