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

What more she brought forward did, in fact, stir a bit of confusion in him. He couldn't have claimed to have much experience with beavers, though he was aware of what they were good for. They tore up the scenery and barred off streams. Beyond that the best anyone could have done to sum up his consideration of them was better off scribbling hastily across paper without making any real sense. And rightly so, that confusion displayed itself briefly through a momentary splay of his ears before ultimately settling on indifference towards the situation.

He opted to go with the latter of her suggestions.

"Couldn't hurt to check it out, I reckon. Lead the way." If nothing else, the venture would be a nice jaunt. If Ilya thought it wasn't particularly likely to affect them, he wasn't sure what the commotion had been about in the first place. But then again, given the bread crumb trail she had left him thus far, he was inclined to wonder if she wasn't building up towards what neglecting to investigate it would bring.