Arrow Lake can you spare a dam?

you got it! was going for something like this expertly-drawn and extremely proportionate diagram. feel free to ask if anything else confusing comes up and/or needs changing :>

It took a moment, but the stranger got the message and started creeping between the beaver and the lake: the perfect block. Excellent. Making a mental note of the stranger’s face, should their paths cross again, Finley gave a small nod of approval, her own expression concentrated as ever. Then she turned back to the rodent, checking one last time to make sure it still hadn’t noticed—and lunged.

Her own movements were far less stealthy. With a strangled cry the beaver swung its head, and Finley lunged. She expected it to drop its branch at an instant as it turned back for the water, but miscalculated by moments—her jaw clamped around wood, twigs snapping in her teeth. Instead of sinking her fangs into its oily flesh, the beaver had kept hold just long enough to jab the branch’s sturdier end at Finley’s mouth. Sure, now it came free.

Shaking her head, open mouth sputtering splinters, Finley turned to see the beaver bounding straight for the water. Normally she would have given chase, but if the stranger’s reflexes were fast then surely it would be an easy kill.