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

He caught on quickly. Soon enough, she supposed, he would need very little guidance from her. She could recall the days when she had looked to one of the adults for training, but those days had not lasted long. Life came with a bounty of experiences that she had to learn without being guided every step of the way. Mulherin looked to her when the beaver's trail led to an area that was tangled and thick, and when she moved forward to investigate, she knew she would not fit through the same small gap the beaver had gone. 

But Mulherin could. 

If he could catch up with it, he'd be facing it one on one, in a narrow place. She panted softly and regarded him with an even gaze. A soft growl of encouragement was given, before she made her way to circle the patch, just in case she could find another way in, or catch the beaver on its way out. 

It was up to him to make a choice; whether he would risk taking on the animal alone, or give up.