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

Further along in their travels, he too picked up on the pungent smell of the beavers. It was more than just that too, he smelled the damp wood and the upturned earth. There were other, less interesting smells that came with that as well but he didn't connect the dots as to what they were. Nor did he keep attention to the path ahead of them as Ilya dropped in beside him, once more stirring up conversation between them.

"I've seen a few of them before when I've travelled. Actually used one to cross a stream like this," he said, smilingly fondly at what had been a rather uncertain decision at the time. "To be honest, the beavers hid from my companions and I until we started across the top of their home. Guess they didn't appreciate us trying to take a shortcut." What was worse was that Mordecai didn't know which end of the beaver he cared less for. They had weird tails but a mouthful of awful looking teeth. Not practical to go after a wolf for, but still enough there to teach them a lesson if they were to get a hold of them.

Something in the distance grasped at his attention then, and he raised his gaze to better look at it. "I think that must be it up there. I'd definitely say the beavers have been busy with it." It was much larger than what he imagined and more importantly, he had no idea how it was holding back the water without bursting into pieces or flooding the surrounding territory. There was just enough flow, for now. Instinctively he pushed ahead to take the lead, more than obvious in his curiosity of what it looked like up close.