Verdant Basin all about the bounce in my step

He hadn't drawn any blood, but Artax had given him a good tumble. The whining and mewling didn't help, and Artax curled a lip when the thief had the audacity to ask why he'd attacked. You're a thief! he snarled. And Artax didn't tolerate thieves. You ran off with the food that I caught. Sure, it had been a long time ago, but Artax was obviously still bitter over the situation.

Jorma went in for another attack, this time hoping to shove the thief's face into the ground. Killing him wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but Artax didn't plan on letting him go without at least a few cuts and bruises.