Bearclaw Valley They don’t get the context ‘cause it’s too complex

donovan whirled back to astara and he- fine, toad would meet him there. the two leaders tore at eachother while the frogboy dove for don's shoulder and forelegs, sinking his fangs into whatever he could, blood sweet on his tongue. when the shaking of the battle above him makes it difficult to hold on, toad swings his muzzle in ripping his teeth away. let it be painful. allies no more, and never again, not with their inability to meet the bear's high standards, their ridiculous demands. astara moved for the throat, and meanwhile toad shifted to the man's side, and around his back again, opening his jaws for the back hock once more and attempting to plant his teeth in there.