Hoshor Plains you're angry as hell, you're ready to fight

The boy struck like a rattlesnake, his fangs tagging the offering whip-quick and merciless. This was observed with no small amount of nostalgia, but Valiant did his best to hide the amused grin that this behavior brought to his face.

"Huh-uh, partner — we're savin' some of that for your brother'n'sister," he said, reaching out with a paw to blow access to what few scrapes of meat remained. There was no reproof in his voice; Valiant spoke to him as if Salaksartok had asked him a question, and the isbjørn was merely answering. It was a tactic he'd seen Easy employ to great effect.

He dragged these scraps closer to him, but the chew toys were Salaksartok's to sample, since they would not disappear so easily.

"You got some pounce in you," he noted, his tail swinging idly. "You been huntin' yet?"