Noctisardor Bypass what stupid poem could fix this home?

His lips squished into a pout at the thought of sharing the scrumptious beaver meat, his belly continuing its rumbling. When Druid mentioned his siblings, however, his thoughts turned to his sisters and cousins and the pout turned into something a little more serious; they needed this more than he did. So, he nodded curtly, ever the protector and keeper of his family. 

“O-tay, Mama, I shares. They is wittler, huh? I. Am. BIG.” His voice rose at the end, half a roar and growl. Picture a baby gorilla beating its chest and you have Artio. Despite his size, he was a gentle giant, extra careful with his siblings—the smallest of them, especially—and his cousins were no exception.