Guessing from the fact that Redclaw isn't attacking those kids, Screech and Thud figured that their boss knew something that they didn't. "Are they sick?" Thud asked.
Understanding what he meant, Redclaw answered annoyed, "No, they aren't sick. At least I don't think they are. I'm just not letting anyone else eat them."
"You're saving them for later, boss?" Screech asked. "It's that 'The hungrier you are, the better they taste' thing again, huh boss? Good idea. You always were the patient one," he said cheerfully, although he was actually disappointed that Redclaw wasn't sharing this time.
Now extremely angry, Redclaw roared, "I'm not going to eat them either! I am making sure that they get safely to my brother's place."
"Wow, you sure are nice boss. Giving your brother such a large variety of food sure is generous of you," Thud remarked.
Now Redclaw wanted to eat Sceech and Thud. "That is my brother's son and his friends over there. I am sparing them for my nephew's sake."
"Oh, so that little biter is your nephew, huh? Nice of you to keep his meal from being harmed," Screech complimented.
"FORGET IT!" he bellowed in rage, but then calmed down. "You're here now, so let's all just make sure they don't get hurt."
"Sure thing, boss!" Screech and Thud replied in unison. "Boss sure is smart. If they get hurt, it could ruin the meat," they said to each other.