Ouroboros Spine There's something wretched about this

The truth of the matter was, Raimo hoped this man would leave. He did not want him among their number because he would be competition — older, more experienced, and with a backbone that he lacked for himself, this stranger could prove to be a contender if he stuck around. If this single conversation could drive the man off of the mountain Raimo would continue to egg him. From the sounds of things he was successfully getting the job done.

Raimo was a little bit irked that he was not listened to, though. Even if he wanted this man gone he couldn't stand it when his words were not taken for what they were; he huffed, frisking his tail as he raised it. We need hunters. If you choose to stay then that is the work which must be done. If you are not willing to work for your place then leave. He would not force the man to submit, either in posture or will; this was a choice for him to make.

Clearly they could use more able bodies, but equally so Raimo was not keen on this man lingering beyond what was necessary — and in his mind they had overstayed their welcome by far. Stay and hunt for us, or leave. It is not a trick question or some kind of diabolical riddle. Your choice. But if he did stay, there was no telling how long Raimo could hold off on the inevitable fist-fight that they were destined for.