Flooded

Jynn trotted along content to have some company for her journey. As they worked their way through Auster they came to a beautiful river winding its way in gentle, silvery curves through a field of short green grass that was occasionally punctuated with bare rock and earth. In the middle of the river was a large pile of sticks, bark and debris heaped up into a mound. A beaver's dam! She bounded over toward it, reaching out to sniff at the warm beige scraps of wood. She could dimly see it continue down into the water.

Jynn glanced about but didn't see any beaver nearby. Along the creek grew brilliant birch trees. She marveled at the white bark, tinted with a bit of sable here and there. The trees wore their golden crowns proudly and she glanced over at Duchess. "See any beavers? I hear they're good eating but I've never tried one."