"I told Ryan about your… predicament." Claude huffed, giving Len the side eye. He saw Len checking the gap with his tongue and the phone camera. "Seriously, what made you think it's best just to get rid of the tooth altogether? Aren't you scared that you can ruin your teeth?"
"I lost more teeth than you can imagine. They just need a day to grow back." Len hummed, locking and then pocketing his phone. "I don't mean baby and adult teeth. We can fix bones and regrow small ones. It's part of our regenerative ability as wolves. Why, baby? You haven't experienced regrowing a lost tooth or torn finger?"
Claude stared at him with wide eyes. Then, instead of getting horrified, Claude stifled his laugh. Len figured the mate had caught something different in his words again.
Claude looked up at him with a laugh kept at bay. His shoulders couldn't even stop shaking. "What's the greatest number of teeth you had to regrow all at once?"
