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

The black fae smiled, chuckling a little bit, as Mordecai spoke. "I'm not sure I'd want to walk across one," she responded, jokingly. When they reached a higher point in the landscape, the dam became in view. Ilya perked her ears.

Mordecai instinctivly took the lead, and the lower-ranked female had no arguments over it. She quickened her pace to keep up with the male, but stayed behind him to stay out of his way. "The water is starting to pool on the other side," she commented, nodding to the fuller side of the river. It was by no means a lake, but the water on the other side appeared higher and a bit wider than the side on which the two came from. The dam was obviously new, and still in the process of being built, but she assumed beavers were fast builders and would have the river blocked off sooner than she would think. She watched Mordecai examine the dam, and sniffed at the ground, taking in the fishy scent of the beavers and the thick scent of mud. "Nasty creatures," she muttered, her nose scrunched in a dissapproving manner.