Northstar Vale a little slow, a little late

Saleem huffed at Reyson's insistence on using the allow. The boy would have none of it. He would wear his badge of shame for as long as it took to heal, and he didn't care if it took the rest of his life to do so. (Oh, childhood dramatics!)

Did you ever lose a fight? Saleem asked. He had a feeling the answer was no, based on how rough and tumble Reyson looked, but he couldn't stop himself from asking. And did a prey every fight back? he asked. The latter was what had confused him the most, caught him off guard. If he had known it was going to fight back; he would have been more prepared. I wanna get better at killing the prey, he said, a certain sense of finality in his voice.

If he could do that, he could show everybody that he wasn't a loser.