Shimmering Sands Learning to love the bomb

The first time she had been here, Chip had met a rather drab fellow named Skelly. She remembered their interactions well enough, but she also remembered that he'd been kind of a weirdo. In any case, she was here today to find some food of some sort. She was currently standing on the banks of the river that split this particular grassy area in two. Her original plan had been fishing, but when she crossed the trail of a beaver, she couldn't help but follow it. She'd never tried beaver meat that she could recall, and the thought of it sounded rather pleasant to her growling stomach.

Picking her way along the river, she eventually spotted the beast gnawing on a tree. Presumably, it was about to chew it down and add the lumber to its dam. Unfortunately for Mr. Beaver, Chip had other plans for him. Lurking in the shadows, she awaited for his back to be turned, then she sprung from her spot, landed on his back, and quickly dug her incisors into his neck. In mere moments, he was dead, and Chip was ripping him apart, consuming the warm, wet flesh as quickly as she could.