Firefly Glen [PHE] silver swords

"what? i don't want it," a lie! his belly hungered for the thing even then, "because it's yours. all yours. eat up, kid. you killed it, you eat it. i'll share if you want but no sweat."
his own daughters were like this, coursing through the valley and staining it with all manner of blood. he missed them, and went to give the young hunter their equivalent of a high-five, tail waving in pleasantry. "keep up the good work. they're fast. you can be sneakier."
with that, if there was nothing else, the bearclaw would move off in his usual abrupt manner, beelining for the valley camp and his wife.