Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

His blunt response surprised a sharp huff of laughter. -"All right,"- she agreed before guessing, -"Hibernating? Do beavers hibernate?"- Towhee glanced dubiously at the nest made of mud and sticks. It did look rather cozy, the perfect place to hole up for the winter.

She missed a bit of what Reyes said next, her eyes cutting back to him in time to catch the remarks about digging it out. Too invested to think about making jokes now, her eyes narrowed a bit as she declared, -"Game."- She looked back at the lodge, wondering how much fun it might be to simply destroy it.

But wouldn't that send the beavers away from here? And thus eliminate a reliable source of food for the pack? Towhee licked her lips thoughtfully. Maybe if they just made a small hole and took one or two, it wouldn't send the others packing in search of somewhere safer to live. She felt a little proud for even thinking of that, when it was so tempting to simply stomp all the beavers.

-"Just tell me what to do,"- she said, -"or show me. Whatever works."-