Real Bears Aren't Filled With Stuffing

When the other wolf growled and stated Sephiran could take whatever he wanted, he responded by deepening his growl. It became more guttural in tone, animalistic in nature, but served the same purpose. It was meant to display dominance. And whether it needed to be followed by aggression would be up to his new acquaintance. So long as they didn’t want the same prizes, and he didn’t overstep his bounds, Sephiran would stay occupied with his own task. Though, he couldn’t deny that the boy’s next statement interested him. Something about taking some of the pelt for leather. He decided he would inquire about it once he was done getting what he wanted.

Using his fangs and teeth to slice, and his front paws to dig and claw at the opening, Sephiran wormed his way into the abdominal cavity of the bear. The tight space put pressure on his hurt limb, and he grit his teeth to keep himself from yelping. He pushed forward, his entire upper half now engulfed by the entrails. He sought the large brown organ that was on the right side of all mammals. Eating the liver of your opponents will make you stronger. He kept pushing forward, as his father’s words came to his mind. Their heart will make you fearless, His muzzle finally pressed against the large meaty organ. And their brain will make you smarter. Nearly having to hold his breath at this point, Sephiran quickly grabbed what he could of the liver before pulling himself back out. He dropped it on the earth, panting and spraying blood from his nostrils as the liver was a highly vascularized organ, and bled heavily when lacerated.

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