Tuktu Weir The only F word is Fun

The water was silent. Ordinarily, the Alpha female would've expected the slap of beaver tails against the surface or the sound of wood cracking and splitting under their teeth, but Tuktu Weir was eerily quiet, as if the locusts had stolen away all the inhabitants as well. In truth, many of them were holed up in their dam, finding their own way to cope with the famine by conserving their energy, but Saena was no beaver whisperer. She didn't know where they were, and even if she did, the dam was impenetrable.

She searched the shore for several moments more, but even the prospect of fish was grim. They were no doubt deep in the lake, and she wasn't about to try to go out there to catch one. She suddenly remembered a wolf who had attempted to float out onto a lake on a log, but which lake and which wolf were long gone from her memory, and even if she was desperate she wasn't about to attempt that.

As she turned about, she came across Dovev suddenly. Her paws stilled and she canted her head to study him with upturned ears. She was near enough to the forest that she need fear nothing, and yet time alone plus a constant threat of conflict were common themes for Saena and it was second nature for her to tense her muscles in anticipation, even if Dovev's intentions were not yet known to her.