Master Builder & shroom eater

Misery had nodded in a distracted way to Mac to confirm that he had indeed said a beaver and another nod for the fact it did look funny.  Most of Misery’s attention was on a creature he had never expected to see but in case there was use out of the creature he gave it his full attention.

“Saltwater…”  Misery mused slowly over the word, “saltwater comes from the ocean.  It’s a ways north of home, the closest location at least.”  Even as Misery spoke the angry ghost beaver was swimming away and somehow, even just watching its rump that was visible it managed to look irritated.

“That was unusual,”  Misery glanced at Mac, “It’s a ways off but I guess I can send someone off to grab a bucket of saltwater to test the theory.”  Misery waived a paw, “alright, look around the place, have fun if you want.  Don’t drown.”   Misery’s eyes skimmed the surrounding area, trying to see if there was any spot more interesting than another to give a more careful eye.  Nothing better for a puppy than getting to explore some new strange place.

Misery made his way towards the water’s edge the beaver had come from, inspecting but not touching the mushrooms near it, scenting the area then following the edges of the water.  It would be interesting to see if Mac thought to conserve energy for the hike back when they were done.

"Misery"