The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

Patience wasn't his best feature so before Laroche spoke, it felt like eons before he was called into action. Laroche appeared to be a very serious and sensible beaver-master-hunter, one that did not feel a true appreciation of his jokes. But that was okay, hunting was serious business after all. Laroche gave instructions, explaining that he sort of have to come in like a wrecking ball to lure out this creatures and take the opportunity to kill them. Luckily, instructions weren't all given with words, soon it was time for action.

But, to keep in mind Epic made a mental note that beavers could quite hand out a punch too. The young male was soon to follow Laroche and join in on the bulldozing; he gnawed with his teeth at the structure while forcefully sweeping his head from side to side, all while growing dangerously so. Then, a second later his paws dug into the structure with speed, as if a treasure was hidden underneath. Moments passed on an grumble, squints and shrieks were faintly heard underneath the structure.

It didn't take long for beavers to come out of their hiding structure because they too, sensed danger. One of them (the biggest) yowled agressively in the direction of the two wolves while two other, smaller beavers stared angrily but also fearful into the same direction. Leather lips uncurling, Epic showed his teeth, ready for a battle to commence. But how would this end? Who would get the punches and would the other two beavers and Laroche also play a part in this upcoming fight?