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

Following Luke's lead, Mordecai traveled with him to the point where beaver construction met the flow of water. The water itself was sharp and crisp, but not breathtakingly cold like he anticipated as he moved to wade out further; the beavers scattered with mismatched chorus at their collective approach. Mordecai himself did not take immediate action to begin pulling at the well constructed mess of branches and other assorted items. Instead he surveyed as Luke tentatively reached out to grasp at one, only for it to bend back as though it possessed some stubborn element all along. He huffed with amusement and was also not surprised — if the beaver dam were to come down easily, it would have already done so.

Bringing his gaze around to look at the structure that towered above him in the waterway, he pondered whether or not it would have been easier to start from the top. "Something's gotta give eventually," he surmised as the blue-nosed beta began grabbing at another stick. "You see anything, Ilya?" he went on to ask, grabbing a modest limb to tug at himself. It had no give, but he did not relent pulling at it until it snapped off soundly from the dam. He dropped the broken piece into the water, and moved to grab another.