Have you ever seen the moonlight on a pale frothy set of teeth?
Quite poetic, oh so accommodating.
A furry white creature with a circular jawface, bulging askance eyes in a blue that was never the sky, plain flat nose, wedge ears, a torso & tail between dog & fox & feline
"Zulan, your name, it's Zulan :)" One hand firmly gripped on its neckspine, holding it taught, his left stroked it's ears & scalp
"How do you taste, Zulan?" saliva jet a bit from its gnarled teeth, triangular & shiny
"Maple syrup goes good on anything"
He lifted his head letting the moon drip inside his brain from his shiny orbs
"But I have none, so perhaps we are otherwise fated Zulan" his mouth gaped slowly open like a straining drawbridge & *zoop!~ opened entirely , gaping wilding inhaling the moon in an explosive yawn