Was she mad? Always. This time she was trampling a hawk that swooped to close. The young hippo was not amused and charged it. Knocking it down and stepping on it. She ran it over and it's Wing was broken.

Then she turned and grabbed it in her jaws. Crushing it before dropping it and returning to the cool fresh water pool she was in. Finally at peace. At least for now.

actions | "speech" | attacking