If it's brown, flush it down

Ken eyed off the massive paws, hefting one and then another as Jael's bird flew off to fetch a saw. It was... Gory to think of how the flesh would tear and the bones would crack under the serrated teeth of the blade, but then, were his own teeth that different? At least he supposed this way he might not break a tooth.

Golden eyes watched intently as Jael moved so fearlessly to wretch the bears monstrous head around. He could see it was dead, but it's roars still rung in his ears. He climbed up on the stomach of their fallen foe to get a better look in its mouth, and whether from the pressure of his body weight being forced upon it, or just part of natural process, the corpse farted, breaking the seriousness of the lesson for just a moment and the boy struggled to maintain his balance through the giggles that wracked his frame. He was still just a boy, and farts were hilarious, even when they came from big shaggy brown bears.

Ken angled his head to get a better look and reached into the jaws Jael was holding parted to try and wriggle some of the massive teeth loose. He could brute force some of them, at least to get them wiggling, but they might need Jael's smaller form to actually wrestle them loose. He paused for a break and spotted the bird, struggling under the weight of the blade but arriving none the less. "I reckon the ones that're left'll come if yer can get at 'em... Wanna swap before we do the paws?"