Tuktu Weir spoken from on high for what it's worth

Not far behind, Ensio had inadvertently been on the trail of Antha. As he closed in and picked up her distinct scent, he picked up the pace. He was eager to get to know the mysterious she wolf more. Especially since she had taken a certain shine to Issorartuyok. 

The sound of bodies splashing got his ears moving. And just as they dove under the water, out of sight, he caught a glimpse. Squat, furry creatures like big rodents. With tiny ears and a paddle like tail. He blinked, sliding up next to his pack mate quietly. Having grown up on the Glacier, the Duskfire had never seen a beaver before. "What...the heck are those?"

Then, they had a guest. A noisy, clumsy one, clambering atop the structure of branches, mud and moss. His icy eyes widened, scrutinizing her. What kind of creature was she? She looked somewhat wolfish in form, but different in so many other ways. "Hey!" He barked. "Cut it out. You'll scare 'em off for good."