Beaver Eight Beaver Nine, STOP it’s Beaver Time

Thankfully, the other didn't seem to scare the beavers away and was soon coming towards her sound. There was still no smell of a pack, not even a faint one as if they'd recently left, which perhaps could be good for her. With no family maybe they wanted one, and that Widow could provide.

"I'm here to hunt the beaver, to take them back to my pack. Help me, and I'll let you keep half," she offered, though it wasn't much of a question. If they had a home to go back to, then half of their catch today would certainly be useful, but if not.. then they wouldn't need half of their catch, perhaps just whatever they could carry and consume within a reasonable time. "Unless you'd rather a place to call home, then we can discuss that after we hunt," she said with a slight smile before rising to sit next to her.

"Speech!"

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