Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

"You eat them," Tuvaq responded with a smile, then laughed at the warning. "I'm careful when I need to be." Which was almost never, if he were being honest, but if falling on his ass was the most pain that he would endure this week, he'd consider it a miracle. So he jumped and missed the branch, landing on all fours with a slight wobble. 

The boy huffed and shook his head. "One more try," he bargained with no one, jumping up again to fasten his teeth in the branch with the small green apples attached to it. 

Tuvaq dangled only briefly before the branch snapped and he tumbled to the ground with it in his mouth. Yes, it did hurt, but it wasn't near the worst pain he'd ever experienced, so he got up and shook his fur out. "Breakfast!" he announced, as if he were a real provider and not someone who just grabbed a couple of unripened apples, dropping the sour objects at Acheron's feet. "They're supposed to be super sweet. You'll like them."