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

No other creature could create and maintain its own habitat in the manner of a beaver. These sizeable rodents were masters of their craft, and the construction of their dams was nothing short of incredible. Luke stepped down into the stream and contemplated the wall of stick and mud. Nothing stood out to him as a weak point and indeed, no small amount of effort would be required to dismantle it. He reached for a branch that jutted forth and clamped his teeth around it, giving it a good tug.

"Ha, I think we got our work cut out for us," he said as he released the branch, which barely gave at all to his pressure. He tried a few more sticks, and even went so far as to paw at some of the mud, but the dam was solid. "I don't know if this thing has a weak spot. I say we just tear at it and see how it goes." Short of another solution, he latched on a stick and started to tear at it.