Victory was his. His opponent had put up a good fight, that was undeniable, but in this case it wasn't enough. The other would fall to the ground in a daze with Valentine looming over him. The boy, his actions no longer cute, made a piteous attempt to bite him again and the king, quite tired of his shenanigans and wired from the fight, lifted his left forepaw and attempted to backhand the child across the face, hopefully flinging him out of the way.
His eyes on the father in case he was down but not out, Valentine tipped his chin up and howled out a claim. His search for new territory was complete: the Range belonged to Imperium. The family was merely a bonus.
Speaking to the brute at his paws, Valentine said, "Welcome to Imperium. You may stay in your den here if you wish, but to ensure that you don't slink off in the middle of the night, your children will be coming with me." The arrangement was temporary and taking the children was simply a small precaution. If any of them ran, children included, he would find them and see to it they would never be able to run again.
"Speaking" -- "Thinking"
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
