Darrow felt dejected, it was customary to give food to new people in his old home. Maybe it wasn't good enough? He had rushed the process. 

Speaking in his native language he talked to Math'Ura. [i]"Mother Bear, these strangers didn't accept the greeting food. Did I make something wrong?"[/i] 

Thinking for a moment, Math'Ura replied. [i]"No little one, I don't think they understand your intention for you are a turning into a not so little one. They may have thought that you intended to eat it all."[/i] 

With a huff, Darrow replied [i]"I don't eat that much.[/i] with a child like whining tone. 

At that moment, the large bird descended with the owner asking friend or foe. Darrow didn't like him that much, while they were fighter he had just been flying around. 

Darrow said with a bit of malice "Birdman...no...help. Ask...same."