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

guess no one else is going to reply to this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As several minutes ticked by, the ambient din was dotted with the chatter of the beavers nearby. They were aware of the wolves that dared to encroach their area and watched from afar, uncertain of the intent that lingered behind their loitering. A certain restlessness dared to settle in Mordecai, but it was dashed when Luke had come emerging from the surroundings to join them. But none followed in his wake, leaving Mordecai to assume that the others had remained out of earshot.

And so, he did not waste time in bringing his beta up to speed.

"Ilya found a beaver dam," he began, "and it would seem that it's doing a fair job of blocking the stream here. Figured we may want to take care of it before it cuts off a portion of our water at our end any more than it has." He brought his gaze around to look once more at the twisted construction ahead of them. Three of them would make such a job difficult and Mordecai wondered if it could be done. "You favor the water Luke, what do you think, see anywhere we could start pulling some of this apart?" Chasing off the beavers was another matter in itself, but that would come naturally. They'd scatter once they realized they didn't stand a chance again the wolves.

Assuming they didn't get overwhelmed by the beavers, anyway.