Moonspear feed the bear

i could, he shrugs with an exaggerated roll of his shoulders. but it kinda stinks. n' it's got too many... scales.
where tiuttuk was apparently in their ask a million questions phase, pauk had a myriad of simple, honest answers in return. i dunno, he fights the urge to shrug again, instead crouching aside with a tiny flicker of his teeth from between his dark lips as they draw near. i found it over here. it was dead. so i wannid to bury it. dead, dead, dead. he liked the way the word sounded as it rolled from his tongue.
if you wanna, he offers; not necessarily declining, but not exactly greeting them with enthusiasm, either — which was less of their fault, and more of the fact that the boy had a general disinterest in most things. he surveys them with a slight furrow of his brow. unless you wanna eat it.