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

I'll see what I can whip up here as we go along. :)

As silence lapsed between them and she led the way, Mordecai took the time to allow his attention to shuffle about the forestry around them. The woods were quiet and deep where they were and in the minutes that elapsed he found nothing entirely out of place. There were signs that the pack had come to settle well there, but he also knew that even the Hollow had niches that he had not paid obvious attention to. But he had always been keen on leaving some secrets to be found later, and they were farther and farther from the leisure days of spring and summer.

They happened upon the borders where he idled for a moment, pausing to mark a fading marker along the ever-shifting claim. He caught up with her easily, though she was observant enough not to go leaving him behind. Not that she would have been hard to track down and keep up with either, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. It wasn't too difficult to make their way eastward towards the winding and bending tributaries leading to the river either; all they ever had to really do was follow the network of waterways there.

And as they went, he looked upon those waters for some sort of marked difference, the largest of those being its departure from the higher banks where the water had cut into the earth. Other places it didn't seem to have made a difference, but the land more or less rolled right down to the water. It was along some offshoot of the river that would wind down into those vast creeks and streams that he did notice something — the work of beavers.

"Looks like they've travelled pretty far to find the wood they want," he said, breaking the silence.

The damn couldn't have been much further, he supposed.