Redtail Rise Yeah, he's trading in his Chevy for a Cadillac-ac-ac-ac-ac-ac

She returned from another search with a dark, slick creature writhing in her jaws. There'd been a pond in the Maplewood that had had a colony of beavers residing at a dam, and one had alerted the others to her presence with a slap of his great, broad tail against the pond's surface. She'd thought her stealth foiled, until she realized she'd brought herself between one of the resident beavers and the pond while it'd roved off in search of a tree to fell. The path leading down toward the pond had been well-worn by the short, stout creature, and was marked by several tree stumps along the way, indicative of its progress. It would fail to fell the last tree on the path, and find itself targeted instead by the brawny young wolf. 

She had to give it some credit, it could bite much harder than she'd expected, and it'd sunk its teeth into the fur and skin of her shoulder a couple of times on the way back. She dropped it and punished it when it did, weakening it and carrying it by its nape so it couldn't hurt her again. The blood that trickled down her leg was thick and had begun to congeal by the time she made it to the heart of the Rise, where she hoped she'd find some of the kids. She summoned them with a short, gruff howl, hoping she could entice them to practice their budding hunting skills on a creature that wouldn't likely outpace them.