The Floodlands tip-toe, where beavers go

He went to his dead beaver and pulled it aside, tucking it into some frozen bushes before returning to stare at the male sharply. He ignored the jest, not bothering to answer that yeah, he had been slapped and it definitely hurt. Instead he eyeballed the fortress, walking around it sniffing and listening. "They moved to the other one. All you have to do is act like you fully intend on destroying their shelter, dig, push, growl. They're stupid and super territorial and defensive, they will attack you regardless of the fact we're stronger." he laid out the simple plan and motioned for the boy to follow him.

He slowly moved to the dam on the other side, a less well formed structure probably not finished yet. "Avoid the tail and the teeth. Its all funny till you get smacked and bit" he said this in a serious tone. He meant it. Those teeth could go clean through bone. He turned away and then attacked the dam, digging and clawing at the wood with loud snarls. Inside faint scrabbling and loud grunts and shrieks could be heard.