Diphyodontics: Methods in Springtime

This is a place I have been before. This is scenery I have known. I grew up with the smell of the smell of what has yet to reach full germination. I was birthed into a cyclone, you see. Not the ordinary fox to slip between the sheets in springtime of another ordinary year. The year to follow the ice like ice we've never seen.

A new animal conceived, they with formative teeth waiting.