won't give a damn when the gales are done

Sunlight readily penetrated the trembling leaves overhead, and Deluge strolled, bleary eyed in the early dawn light. Her nose was sensitive to the light so she would rather be in bed right now, and she had just noticed her golden eyes begin to take on a blue tint that had never been there before. It made her ill to think she might be growing her mother's eyes this late in the game, but she wouldn't worry about it too much until she figured out exactly what was going on.

The distant sound of teeth on bark, the low mumbling mutters and the slap of tails in water drew her forward, catching the sound of rapidly running water. It looked like one of the beaver dams had sprung a leak, and the little rodents were distracted trying to patch it up. Deluge took a seat, watching the industrious little blighters with some interest. She could see where they had diverted the river, but why?