Lost Creek Hollow "what did the fish say..."

He managed little more than splinters and small bits of broken branches, grass and mud. None of which had any impact on the dam's integrity, and surely the beavers looked on and laughed. Except no, maybe they were not laughing, maybe they were brewing to think their hard work may be undone. With the coming of winter, they needed the water levels about their lodge to remain high in order for them to survive; they were not about to stand idle and let the wolves take that away from them.

Luke hummed as he regarded the large aquatic rodents. They watched for now, and so he went back to pluck more at their dam, aware that he may need to shift his teeth from wood to wood-chewer.