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

Her words went with what he saw ahead of them, though his steps came to a halt well outside the proverbial grounds he considered theirs. The pooling was a curious thing to see, leaving him to wonder briefly if that was how lakes had been made over time. It would not have surprised him if beavers were such craftsmen of the scenery around them, but the notion also struck him as foolish. As such, it fled him as he dared to take a few more steps, only to startle one such beaver away from the nook he had made for himself. The creature scurried away, chittering and carrying on.

"I'm sure they think the same of us," he murmured, watching as it disappeared through the brush and headed towards the dam. "Either way, they know we're here." With no point in trying to make a quiet approach, he pushed on ahead towards the structure curiously. It was obviously well constructed in order to hold back the water, but he noted that it also allowed for it to pass through minutely. It wouldn't have done the beavers any good to completely block off the flow; the surrounding lowlands would have flooded and turned their housing into a raft. Or so he assumed.

"What do you make of this?" he asked.