Nocturne Summit Kurayami

Bah, you're no fun. His upper lip twitched as he sneered.

Can't have something for nothing though. This here is mine. Got it? You want some, you'll have to play. He braced himself against the earth and took a defiant step in to the stranger's path.

You plunge your gob in that belly there, and if you pull out more ah, hah, red string of fate than I do, then deal's a deal and you get a meal. He wasn't kidding; this guy could either play tug-o-war with some innards or he could go chase down his own caribou, but he wasn't getting this without some participation.

Which in hindsight is massively hypocritical of Kapros, since he'd just found the thing dead without a hassle.