The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

Of course, I'm fine with whatever date you wish for this thread; our wolves are still lone wolves then XD Rolled 4/5 for the beaver so finishing off the BIG ONE.

Like an unstoppable bull the yearling charged forward, blinded by everything else that was going on around him. There was only one thing that mattered, slicing with teeth through the beaver. And it happened with bloodshed, gruesome and violently. He heard a large shriek, the protest of a beaver's last breath as the creature fell down to the ground. Drop-dead and not so gorgeous. With his teeth, muzzle and chestline covered up in blood, his eyes looked at the other male who had just dropped a few cursewords into the air. "You did it. We beat the beavers!" He wanted to cheer and but all happy with a beaver body at his side, but as the adrenaline was slowly gushing away the pain of his wound settled in. "Fok, that stings like a beach. Yikes!" Nonetheless, he added. "Thank-you that was beyond awesome!" And now it was time to enjoy their catch.