The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

Laroche shot a low growl off in the direction of the retreating beaver before turning his gaze back at the kid just as he savagely killed off the biggest beaver. He flicked an ear, the equivalent of quirking a brow and gave the kid an impressed look just as the other congratulated him on defeating the beavers. The enthusiasm was endearing and despite Laroche feeling rather grumpy he chuckled and smiled slightly, nodding "Sure did. Good takedown there" he said complimenting in return. He noticed the male's wounds and frowned "Get that checked out okay? Those teeth really do more damage than you'd expect" he cringed as he realised he sounded like his father. He wasn't sure which one of them should take the second beaver but now that he had softened up to the energetic male he had to admit the other should take it. Nudging it toward the boy he stood up again and then turned to go back to his kill "The name's Laroche by the way" he said as he tried to decide whether to eat here or walk away.