Tuktu Weir maybe I'm a different breed

@Prialux

Don't ask him why, but the moment Dash saw the massive, sprawling beaver dam, it became his singular mission to destroy it. He would tear apart the whole damn dam, one damned stick at a time if that was what it took to eradicate the offensive and entirely unnatural structure from existence. 

The young man was currently occupied by an intense game of tug-o-war with a branch that remained quite stubbornly stuck in the dam. His paws squelched deep down into the snowy muck on the dry(er) side of the dam as he pulled. As Dash gave a final, mighty tug, the partially-rotten branch broke apart with a crack. A surprised yelp tore out of the boy's throat as he tumbled backwards into the mud.