Tuktu Weir There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

After what was quite the fight for a prey animal, the beaver's life was ended with a crushing bite to the spine and the breaking of it's throat. When that was finished he stood there panting as his ears picked up the sound of someone lapping at the water of the pond rather close by. He purposely ignored it and began to eat his food, letting the blood scent fill the air before he looked up and met the gaze of the male with a cold one of his own. His tongue swiped out to lick the blood slowly off of his muzzle as he lifted his chin, an almost fierce look coming over his expression. The way he was being watched was eerie and he did not like it, especially not with his pack as he was already calling it, so close by. Especially not with Zula so close by. "Do you want something?" he asked bluntly, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he took a step closer. His tail raised in a protective manner, fur starting to rise slowly as he began to feel the immediate desire to chase the male off right away despite having no claim to the territory whatsoever.