outside of bounds

Mitros was having a grand ol' time harassing and biting upon this massive, formidable predator. Taking on something with a real possibility to maim and murder was much more thrilling then killing the oversized prey animals had been, and the added bonus of doing it as a group of only yearlings was just icing on the cake! Hey, wait -

Pulling his teeth from the flipper he glared across the way at the newest fighter. "Hey! No adults allowed!" The boy huffed and scowled, but his lack of focus proved problematic as the walrus turned and the flipper he had been biting slapped out and walloped him upside the head. Sufficiently cowed and slightly dizzy, he continued his complaints as beneath-the-breath grumbles and jumped back in to the fight, putting small slices in the beast's blubber with his teeth as he redirected his indignant, childlike rage into the predator.

"Speech"