But she probably will.
The Amphiwood had a wound: a deep, sulfurous sinkhole called the Gullet, where the old serpent god, Sszeth, had been buried alive by the first lizards. Every night, Sszeth’s hunger seeped up in black bubbles, turning the water to vinegar and the tadpoles to glass. For three hundred years, the frogs, newts, and mud-skimmers had offered sacrifices—bloodworms, stolen eggs, even their own half-grown—to keep the Gullet sleepy. cat god amphibia
Mewra looked at him. Then she looked at the new axolotl-thing, which was already trying to climb her tail. She yawned again. A tiny froglet hopped from her mouth—not eaten, just stored—and sat on her nose, blinking. But she probably will
And if you’re lucky, she might not cough on you. sulfurous sinkhole called the Gullet