Bearclaw Valley triple six, five, forked tongue

The single player game ended as abruptly as a word; as he had called out his brother lost his hold on the branch, after which he watched as the arc of its springing form ripped from Astyanax' mouth. He could only wince. He did not see the tooth fly free and was busy scampering closer to check over his bigger brother with rough probes of his snout.

Why do that? He asked tonelessly, wanting to thwack his brother with the palm of his paw for a moment, then sank back to give Astyanax some space. Dummy, look, you leakin'. He snorts and indicates with a pointed stare that something is drooling from Astyanax' face, all red and sticky like pine sap—disgusting.