What It Means To Us

Using sharp sabers, Charlie began to break the knuckles away from the bear’s body. He was mindful of the claws… they wouldn’t be much use in jewelry making if he damaged them. He rolled the first knuckle around in his mouth, removing the flesh with skillful scrapes against his fangs as he maneuvered it with his tongue. He wasn’t fond of the gamey flavor of the polar bear… or maybe it was because he was tasting the flesh of another predator that it was so unappealing.

His ears twitch as he hears Andy’s musings and a grin comes to Charlie’s maw. He sets the cleaned knuckle on the ground and calls from the other side of the bear. “That sounds like a fantastic idea, sis! We can carry back as much as we can now, and maybe get some help bringing the rest back!” He brought the knuckles back over to his companions, gnawing another of them as he did so. Yorrick had already managed to get holes bored into a couple other of the claws. At this rate they would have their gifts ready in no time!

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