"Ahem, actually, my name is Mo, though I gave it to myself..."
Mo awkwardly touched his nose, then cast his gaze toward the bear that had recently breathed its last, shaking his head: "And also, I feel like I shouldn't equally share this 'loot' with you guys."
Boathos blinked a couple of times, then excitedly rubbed his bushy beard: "Wait! Are you a rich guy who doesn't care about these odds and ends? Well, that'd be great. If you're really not interested in these scraps, then we brothers would begrudgingly..."
"Shut up."
The Catman Thief named Alramis interrupted his companion impatiently, then slightly narrowed his vertical pupils, sizing up Mo: "Although I can't rule out the possibility of a 'rebellious rich kid who ran away from home to toughen up,' from what I've observed, Mo, you seem to be living pretty skimpily, right?"
"Yeah, that's true."
Mo nodded and admitted readily, "I'm not exactly wealthy. I'm not starving, but it's mainly just enough not to starve."
