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

Mystified, he listened closely. Images of the beavuh wolfing down trees—as easily as wolves with meat—capture his imagination. Sure, he'd chewed on sticks before, but ate them?

You gotta be kiddin'..

The comparison makes him wonder, what it be like to live in a den of your own food? Like a beavuh?

The thought of living inside a carcass made his nose twitch. Surely that would stink after a while. 

Gathering his thoughts, he gave the gash in Lilia's shoulder a concerned examination. Thah hurt? Did he try'n eat ya?