Grouse Thicket You're too bright, lower them rays Sunshine

for @Phex?

That beaver had really done his stomach some good. The next two days after it had brought some good hunting and he found that he wasn't as winter-lean anymore. He had some meat over the lean and chiseled type muscle he held. It felt good not to be hungry anymore and he felt reluctant to abandon this area that seemed to thrive even in the snow. That day he had trailed a rabbit for the past few hours, entering the thicket and sniffing around a bush when he heard a sharp crack and a growl from a few feet away. He turned and spotted a fox attacking his rabbit and snarled, running toward it and body slamming the fox away before wildly grabbing the cornered rabbit in his jaws and breaking it's neck. He dropped it and turned on the fox who was ballsy enough to attack him back.

Fangs scored his muzzle and he winced, pulling back and throwing a paw over the creature's back pushing it down. Once it was pinned he tore it's throat out and stood there panting and growling softly. He would never allow another to steal his hard work.