Bah, hunting is easy

"RAWR!"

It was time to tussle! Nirah opened her mouth and closed it around Imp's scruff. Instinct seemed to kick in when she bear-hugged him and pulled him to the earth. Unaware his teeth would come in sharp and deadly, he more or less nom'ed the front of her throat. He gripped the best he could, chewing like a puppy teething.

They both seemed to crash to the earth, wiggling legs and flailing limbs. Imp would grow into a less than sturdy young man, light on his paws over brute strength. It was tussling like this that would make him flee or run into fighting naturally. If he lost too badly over the years, he'd give it up for good. Nobody liked a quitter, but he wasn't gonna embarrass Habari!

"he speaks"