Real Bears Aren't Filled With Stuffing

Without hesitation, Sephiran started to ravenously devour the liver he had harvested. He usually ate this organ first, because his father had taught him that it held many nutritional properties, and could even help treat ailments. Plus, the longer it sat, the faster it decomposed, given the rich enzymes that would start to secrete from the pancreas. Of course, the boy didn’t understand the biomechanics behind these processes. All he knew was it was best to eat the liver while it was fresh and full of blood. And so he did. Once it was gone, he turned to look at his acquaintance, who was working on his own project. Licking his lips, Sephiran lifted his head to get a better look.

He was pulling the hide away from the muscle, which seemed to be a daunting task to do alone. But, with some determination he finally ripped off a decent piece of flesh. He watched with a narrowed gaze as the other boy dragged the hide to the river and proceeded to dunk it multiple times. Perhaps he was washing the blood off, or trying to rid it of the filth of the bear. Either way, Sepiran was thoroughly intrigued. Grabbing a couple of feet of small intestine, he flung it over his shoulders to hang from his neck before striding towards the riverbank. Using the strand as a chew toy of sorts, he started to gnaw on the piece of flesh before grumbling, “Why are you doing that?” It was a question that almost sounded accusatory, as if the boy were trying to slide some secret possession out from under Sephiran’s nose without him knowing.

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