Swiftcurrent Creek Get some gravel in your claws

"Sure did!" he responds brightly as the other looks him over. Now that he was out of the water, his earlier anxiety was soothed, although he realized they would have to cross it again on their way back. He lifted a paw and batted playfully at Phoenix's shoulder. "Now, how about that beaver?". His ears tipped back and a coy look shone in his amber eyes. He glanced at Phoenix then crept cautiously toward the beaver dam, sniffing around at the sticks as he went. If there was a beaver in there, he didn't want to scare it.

The area was ripe with the distinctive smell of the river-bank creature, so much so that Clock could not ascertain whether or not one was "home" right now. Now standing atop the sticks that made up the dam, Clock looked down at the other wolf with head cocked to one side. "Perhaps we should hide a little ways off and wait to see if one emerges?"