[Geir snaps at the air, his teeth meeting with the satisfying crack of a steel trap closing, and tilts his head to grin down at the newcomer cheerfully.]

Not if I have anything to say about it!

[what is it about her...? he can't quite place the niggling subliminal sense that something smells or feels odd about this human, though she seems normal enough. he inches closer, eyes bright with interest, and nudges one of the babies gently away from Vern and towards her instead.]

Here, you take this one.