Redhawk Caldera Within the national park

@Reyes 

Once he had the creature cornered, away from the lake, he was reminded of a time in his childhood when he had been taught by Wraen how to hunt muskrat. Now, he was hunting beaver- but he figured they were practically the same thing, aside from the slight difference in size and the shape of their tail. The beavers had left their lodge and had walked up a well-worn trail leading away from the lake, toward a grove of trees that they'd been working on for some time, felling them and hauling them back down the slope to the lake. He'd noticed the path days ago, but only now did he see that the path was still wet from their webbed paws, and that more than one beaver had left the lake. With such short legs, he figured they might be easy to hunt down, so long as he kept himself between them and the water. 

One of the parents had been followed by its two young, and as he watched, the adult began working through a tree that Bronco thought was far too thick for it to possibly fell. The tree was at least as big around the base as his mid-section was, but still the adult worked away at it, chomping out chunks of bark and greenwood as the two young dithered about, one of them trying to help its parent with the big tree and the other setting its sights on a much more slender alder. 

He remained in wait for a few moments, trying to suss out his game plan. Did he want to go straight for the adult, and then pick off the kids? Or should he go for one of the small ones first, as they might make for a quicker kill, allowing him to go for another target?