Tuktu Weir The only F word is Fun

The journey from a barren Silver Creek through the equally barren adjoining forest was normally a quick one, as any fit beast would know, but it took a toll on the petite wolf who emerged from the edge of it lightly panting. With only small game and fish to go around, the Alpha of Silver Creek couldn't keep her strength up to optimal levels. Wolves were made for feast and famine, so Saena wasn't in terrible shape yet and wouldn't be for some time, but there was nevertheless an urgency in the gnaw of her belly and she felt readily winded when making treks such as this.

She paused only long enough to catch her breath and let her aching limbs settle before the distant glimmer of an unassuming lake drew her attention. As she approached it with lank strides, she noted a structure around the edge of it, and only when she had drawn near did she realize what it was. An immense beaver dam, larger than any she'd ever seen, lined a large portion of the lakeside. It could easily house many beavers, and yet as Saena drew up to the point where water met earth, she saw not one water rat and her hope fell into her gut like a rock.