Noctisardor Bypass [m]istletoe has moved into the lampshades

Satisfied by something, finally, Glaukos began to gather up some of the more edible parts of the animals he had strewn about; he moved almost guiltily from point to point as he inspected the piles, or the ribbons of flesh, and came away from the ruined creatures with a few choice pieces that could be salvaged.

The journey back along the natural corridor brought Glaukos to a crossroads again, where he could faintly smell Etienne; no doubt the boy was hiding as he recovered, but there was always the potential for a retaliatory ambush to make up for what Glaukos had done. A vague paranoia settled across the black bear, and he moved on, seeking the path that would take him to the shared den of Druid and Heda.

When he arrived there, he could hear voices faintly from within. There was a fish smell by the door and Glaukos wondered if that meant the birth was over, and all was well. He had never seen a birth before and had no concept of what it entailed. He piled the entrails and assorted meats nearby, gave a cursory look through the trees for any sign of danger, and then called in to the den mouth with all the stoicism he was known for:
You shit 'em out yet?