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

"Nope." She said, with a slow shake of her head from side to side. "I'll take ya, thometime, show ya what a beavuh dam lookth like." She offered. She felt he'd be impressed to see the great, hulking masses of branches, trunks and twigs all held together with swamp mud, and to see the deforestation caused by the beavers and their keen teeth. They were quite impressive, for prey animals. 

"Hurt a lot," but, y'know, that'th life, She said, shifting her shoulder and grimacing at the pain. It would swell up, she figured- and would need to be cleaned out well before she went to sleep, but those were problems for later-Lilia. Now-Lilia had a task to complete, though she wanted to keep Mulherin in place just a bit longer before setting him off on the trail. The beaver was wounded, and was a slow mover regardless- and they were far enough from a water source that she felt certain it couldn't give them the slip. Not for another ten minutes or so. 

"Everythin' you hunt ith gonna have thome way of protectin' it-thelf. D'you know how a deer might protect it-thelf?" She asked.