Redhawk Caldera The crisis in the crossfire

"Mmhmm!" He said, nodding. Maybe saying the muskrat was more like a small beaver would've been a better description, but it seemed like the kid got the idea anyway. 

His confidence seemed to falter a bit, and Bronco had to wonder why a kid would worry so much about something being dangerous. Wasn't he a bit young to be so wary? Or had he seen something happen? Bronco tried to stay casual and confident, but he wasn't about to lie to Killdeer. He also didn't want his son to be foolish and brazen. -"Y'know, there's a trick to hunting each type of prey, and all prey animals have something we should be careful about. It's what they use as defense, to protect themselves."- He explained. -"Some have long front  teeth, and some have claws too, or antlers. Porcupines have quills, and skunks have a really stinky spray. Muskrats, I think, just have two long front teeth. But y'know what?"- He asked, pausing for effect, before he grinned. -"Ours are longer."-