Northstar Vale Odyssey

Sylianos didn't feel Saleem falter so much as he felt the tearing of the otter's carcass. It came apart into two chunks, the larger in his possession, and he stumbled back. He gave his own piece a shake in tandem with his twin and his tail swung in wide arcs behind him.

He bumped his head up into Arsenio's jaw as the man praised them. Sylianos was glowing with pride. It was tempting to give part of his kill to Saleem — they shared almost everything and it felt right to share this, too — but it was almost as though he could sense that his brother was unwilling to take it. Instead of offering it, Sylianos flopped down in place, grasped his cut of meat between his ankles, and tucked into it.

It tasted sweeter than any meat he had ever had before, likely because he had won it fair and square. Next time, he was certain Saleem would best him, but today he basked in his triumph.