Amelia glares at him, refusing to let him see the sting of his words. She crosses her arms. "Brat? I'm not the brat here Grant." she says angrily. "You should learn to be nicer to people!" She snaps, pushing past him and going over to the deer. She sets her jaw, grasping the antlers in her hands and tugging as hard as she can. She shoots a glare at Grant. "You can go back to camp now. I'm going to bring MY deer back to camp." She says, before trying to pull on the deer again, but not having any luck in making it move.