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

From the spiny tangle, she could hear rustling, and she chuffed a pleased note knowing that Mulherin had decided to pursue the beaver. She doubted very much anything devastating would happen- the beaver had teeth, but it was injured and now it was cornered. While she did suspect he might come out with some small injuries, she also felt it was part of the learning process. How many times had she sprained a muscle or been cut or bitten while hunting? Countless times. 

The sounds that came from the tangled mass of bushes next she knew would be the mark of a triumphant hunt. No squeals from the child- only from the beaver. The last gasp of gurgling breath barely audible over the rumble of Mulherin's growl. Skirting the edges, Lilia paced, echoing the sounds with deep purrs of her own. 

When he emerged, it was with the beaver in tow, and he was met with the gleaming, yellowed teeth of his tutor. A deep, throaty chuckle came from her as she moved forward to congratulate him and pluck some of the thorns from his mussed up fur.