Busy Little Beavers

Mæva pulled her hind left paw free of the muck and scrambled back onto the shore beneath a large willow tree. In her jaws was neck of a beaver which she pulled onto the shore. It was considerably heavy for its size but well worth the effort as it was a new prey and one she couldn't wait to try. She'd found the creature stuck in a tangle of mud and tree limbs, pinned beneath a large oak branch. It'd put up a hell of a fight but in the end she was able to claim victory. The beaver had an interesting pelt, surprisingly thick and she worked her jaws down the middle of the creatures belly, pulling the skin back as she went.

After pulling the skin back form the belly she sniffed lightly at the meat. It had a distinct scent and she reached in with her mouth to pull a strips from the belly to dry. If this dried well maybe she could have some beaver meat for a snack to. Where to dry it though… she looked around her and spied one of the willows roots that rose up above the ground before diving back in. That would do. She draped the piece of meat over it, simply wanting to test a few pieces.