My what big tusks you have

Deimos charged up to the giant walrus just as the pups were dodging out of the way. He wanted to tell them both to get out of here, but he had a feeling that they wouldn't listen to him anyway. If there was something that was universally true about Mendacium pups it was that they were all too headstrong for their own good–not that he had any room to talk. He got himself into plenty of trouble when he was their age, as his mother would constantly remind him of. Instead, he just focused on driving this beast back toward the water as quickly as he could. Maybe between himself and Fia they could at least prove that they were more trouble than they were worth to put up with. Snarling and growling with his hackles raised, Deimos put himself between the walrus and the pups, rearing up to slash the large, bear-like claws on his front paws across the end of the walrus' snout. That made the blubbery predator rear back with a roar shaking its head and swinging its tusks wildly in response. Deimos jumped back out of the way, just narrowly missing those tusks as they swung past his nose.

"Deimos Mendacium"