The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

He wanted to do a high-five, paw-to-paw if such a thing was physically possible for wolves. At the same time he also wanted to cheer, be happy but the truth was; his wound did really hurt and only now did began to feel the pain that settled in. Regardless if he had to choose, he would without a doubt choose to hunt beavers again. "Thank-you, sir!" Epic said in reply to the compliment while nodding gently about the advice to get the wound checked out. "Laroche, it was my pleasure. My name is Epic." He figured Laroche wasn't the one who liked small talk and their meeting was coming to an end; now they both had a victorious prize which caused them injuries and some bloodshed, it was time to enjoy.

Though before bidding the male a fond farewell, there was still one question that lingered upon his mind. "Hey Laroche, do you mind tp tell me which other prey are so exciting to hunt as beavers? Do you have any suggestions of a place and prey?" Each and every hunt was exciting -- especially if it succeeded -- but there was something very thrilling about killing beavers. Maybe Laroche had some tips to give before they would depart.