Canthus's long white fangs were buried in his should er.

Already he could almost feel those strong, white fangs burying themselves in his neck.

Teeth that was all she saw at first; huge white fangs, gleaming in the candlelight.

Its white fangs, gleaming, were each as long as my forearm.

His arm ached from memory alone, and he had no desire to face the gleaming white fangs of a wolf ever again.

The corners of his mouth pulled back to reveal sharp white fangs.

Harsha's white fangs appeared like magic when the black light hit his face.

Even in the darkness, she could see his fangs, sharp and white and deadly.

He looked up past white fangs and a long muzzle into eyes that seemed familiar.

Even as an old woman, she was quite alarmed by the two rows of white fangs in the creature's open jaws.