"What are we going to do to you," Noah muttered lazily, sitting on the bear's head without so much as a flinch. It was clear how exhausted the beast was. It's breathing although normally like a flaming dump truck of diseased rats, had gotten rougher.
It couldn't lift its head or any of its lips, so Noah could sit on its head without much effort.
"You made me realize something today," Noah stared at the sky, talking to the bear; ignoring its hostility.
"So I won't kill you just yet. Maybe when I'm done with the dungeon dive."
Getting off the beast before kicking it in the face, and barely moving it, Noah wondered what he could do to mark the beast.
Unfortunately, he had nothing that could exclusively do that, so he would need to depend on his memory. The only issue was the many other beasts that could potentially look like it.
But he also depended on it to remember his face when next they met.
