Silverlight Terrace And if I'd stare too long

He opened his mouth, proud to have the opportunity to use the title he'd practiced in his head: Titmouse the Bear-Flayer!
Except as soon as he was about to say something, he sort of reconsidered. What kind of name was Titmouse anyways? This was his chance to really make a name for himself, to invent something better! What had they always called him at the Vale?

Screech, he drawled, as if it were the most impressive name ever. Just to make sure she understood the greatness of his esteemed presence, Tit added: I'm hunting right now - for bears actually - I do that, I hunt 'em, I fight 'em. You seen any?