Zetta was focused not on Remus's mouth, but on his eyes. Mouths were filled with teeth. No matter how sharp the teeth were, no matter how many there were in the wolf's mouth, it was nothing new. The eyes, on the other hand, now that was what you watched. Intimidation and fire and what this creature lacked--fear. Way more interesting.

Zetta rushed in, his arm pulled back, ready to punch Remus.