Arrow Lake white snake

Oh, vonne more thing. Anselm paused from creeping to give Pukei a long look. She had nodded and confirmed she was ready, but was she prepared? They fight back.

Turning to the water, Anselm kept his ears strained for the tell-tale sign of activity. He approached and was spotted; one beaver set off the alarm by the rough slap of their tail atop the water.

The noise served as ricochet. It caused everything within a small radius to scatter, including the heads of several beavers Anselm had not seen until they moved.

He burst into a lope, running into the water until he was abreast of it. The beavers ahead had already dived underwater. No doubt to hide in the very lodge that he and Pukei aimed for.

Now his head was the only thing cresting the water as he padded in strong kicks. Climb on top of the lodge, try to pull back the sticks. Anselm grit between his teeth, ears flat against his head as he prepared to dive under water.