The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

He had left the general area for some time after being unable to place himself anywhere. He returned now though, wandering the coast before heading somewhere he had yet to visit. He was following the smell of beaver, a very familiar scent to the woodland man his stomach growling. He finally found the floodlands and spotted the boy ahead of him studying the dams. Apparently he wasn't the only one hungering for beaver. Laroche approached warily, silver eyes fastened on the male as he stood right over to their dams. Beavers were very very protective of their creations. Quickly he began to dig at the dams, making as much noise as he could and within a few moments there was a loud angry growling sound, higher pitched and garbled than a wolf's. He lunged as a tail swung out, the creature attempting to slap him. It succeeded but he also grabbed it and began to drag the Ange beast out of its hole. 

After much struggling he did and he tossed it to the ground, pouncing and ending it's life. He looked up at the male panting and grinning "They will always, always come out if you try to destroy their homes" he didn't care that he had just one upped this boy and ruined a possibile hunt. It was the way of the loner to grab what you could for yourself and the stranger had been too slow. Yet..... starving to death sucked and he wasn't a total assholes. Hating the nice voice in his head that was his conscience he licked his lips "If...you want I'm sure if two of us go at it another will come. I'll help you take down another one" he really wanted to slam his own head into the dirt and hope it knocked some sense into it but hey, it would be his good deed for the day.