“Kjöt,” the troll growled.
“What did he say?” Kratos asked out the side of his mouth.
“I think he said meat.” Atreus scrambled through crackling auburn leaves to retrieve his fallen bow.
“Dauði Kaupmaðr ta,” the troll snarled.
It lofted the carcass in victory, and with the deer’s limp head flopping, brought the neck toward its gaping jaws.
“No! You’re not taking our kill!” Atreus fired back, understanding the last word as “take”.
[...]
“Þú tilheyra ekki hér!” the troll uttered. Disgust lined its voice; contempt poured out of dark, soulless orbs.
“We do belong here!” Atreus shouted, amazed he’d deciphered the troll’s claim. His mother had anticipated that someday this exchange would come, and he should be prepared to handle it. “We hunt where we please.”

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