dam, son

After a busy day Tyrian was taking the opportunity to unwind. He'd left Fireside in favor of an evening on the river and now lay on a short rocky outcropping that hung over a series of shallow pools. The ground around him was littered with debris that had washed ashore during a recent rain so after several minutes spent in quiet reflection Tyrian had absently begun to weave the pieces together. He dropped the small mass into one of the small pools and swirled it around with a paw until it was wedged firmly against the rocky mouth that connected the pool to the river via a stream.

At first it didn't block the stream well and the water continued to flow freely, but as he carefully added branch after branch the water began to slow. Eventually he had it down to a trickle, but no matter where he added sticks after that the water didn't stop completely. Tyrian lowered his face to the mass and squinted at it, trying to find the source of the leak.