Hip-Hip, Hipporay!

Mitros quite enjoyed the idea of trying his paw at weaponry, watching eagerly as the cinkajou scurried away to craft them some makeshift spears. His brother directed a question to him, and he turned his gaze back to the hippo and grimaced. "Bet it tastes like fat." He did not seem pleased by the idea. "But only one way to find out!" After all, he was more here for the experience and the thrill of the hunt then out of some need to taste the weird, lumbering blubber beast.

"I'll take a spear!" Mitros offered as the white and gold man expressed hesitance in wielding one. He hadn't ever held one either, but he would be damned if he turned down an opportunity to learn yet another new skill. How dangerous could the fat thing really be, anyways? Dragging his brother along with him, he ran to pick up his own carved spear, and then moved to assist Deus in jamming others into the dirt.