Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

Coming to the decision that he would make an effort to try and harvest at least some of the teeth, he searched the surrounding area for another fairly large rock. Scoping the surrounding area with a panning glance, It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. But before he could leave to go pick it up, he was met with Sephiran's inquiring eye. The Saxe boy didn't ask any questions- he didn't have to. It was written all over his expression. So after he cast a glance towards the other boy through his peripherals, he cleared his voice to speak. "I bet its teeth would make a great weapon in a fight ..." Aresenn mused out loud.

Without waiting for confirmation from the other boy,  he went to go gather his second rock, quickly returning with it and dropping it into place.  With a brief moment spent aligning it with one of the longest teeth, he swiftly applied as much force as he could with a single kick. Echoed the sound of a satisfying fracture, the tooth snapped out of its socket. With a single swipe of his paw, he drew the broken fang out of the Croc's mouth. It tumbled out on the ground between the two boys, giving them a clear view of it. Aresenn admired how cleanly it broke, making it that much easier to imagine them attached to his bracers that he had made from the bear leather.