Fang turned to look at the kyatts. He let loose a roar that carried across the assembly like the wind when it whips through tall grass. “Quiet!” he bellowed, “This kebbit has something else to tell us.” He turned to Fred, “what did you say your name was?”
“Fred”
“Oh, very good, Fred” Fang mused over the name. “I like it.”
Fred once again tried to speak, this time the freedom deprived kyatts quieted down quickly. “Some of you need to stay here to reach the other polar creatures. We need strength in numbers. I trust that you will have a great army of polar creatures by the time we return!”
As the kyatts started to give voice to their appreciation, a lone kyatt mother ran up. “Oh no!* She sobbed, “My cub has been taken by a hunter!” Instantly the kyatts were in an uproar. A strong, battle scarred kyatt leaped onto another rock. Instantly all was quiet.
“What do we do, Scarpaw?” Fang questioned.
“Son, son, son, you have spoken out of line again,” Scarpaw rumbled, “Did I, the leader of the Sabre-Toothed Kyatt Clan, say anything about helping this kebbit?”
“Well, dad, that’s kind of off the point of this cub being…..
“Silence!”
Fang took half a step back, fear stamped evidently on his face as Scarpaw gave full vent to his rage.
“Do you wish to challenge me?” Scarpaw hissed. He watched Fang back off, head down. “No, I thought not.*
Scarpaw rose to his full height which was considerable. “I say that this kebbit be given a chance to prove himself, to prove that he plans on doing everything he so boldly claims. I say that this kebbit choose two of us, and go retrieve that cub, before it is skinned!”
Fang looked up shocked, “But, dad, no one’s ever survived a battle with a hunter!”
Scarpaw looked down on his offspring, a gleam in his eye, “Then why do you believe that we could actually put an end to hunters forever?”
Fred stepped forward, *I*ll do it.”
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