Trouble with a capital T

Delphi has asked for this fight, she had initiated it and came for him. If she couldn't live with the consequences, then she was still a baby and should suck on a teething bone and crawl back under her mother. He shook mud from his face, and glared at the small girl in the dirt. Still coughing mud from her mouth. He left her there, stomping through the dirt until he grabbed at her bag, still in the mud.

He opened it and started rummaging inside. After all, its possessions were his now. Fair and square. He was even going to be nice, and give her the back bag when he was done. He found some dried pieces of meat and grinned widely. Cramming them all into his mouth in one go. His cheeks bulged like a squirrel. His jaw moved quickly as he worked through the treats as quickly as he could. That was the game, and he knew how to play. You ate fast, or you lost it.

As for the rest of her belongings… he saw nothing else that looked edible to him, just bundles of boring herb-things. He turned the back upside down and gave it a shake. Letting her things fall out onto the wet mud. He ground it into the soft mud with a paw, covering the bundles of herbs in mud. As for the bag… he turned back to Delphi, and threw it at her. “The strong takes.” He told her, making his earlier point “the weak loses”

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