A Big Stink

A Big Stink

The strike of Alder’s tail sent a ripple outward along the river’s surface, followed by a softer movement beneath it. The motion didn’t travel far; it didn’t need to. In nearby lodges, the change was felt as a slight shift in the water’s touch against fur, a...
Damming Up the Works

Damming Up the Works

The lodge came into view just beyond the bend, anchored into the bank and rising from the water in thick layers of cut timber and packed mud. Bracken slowed in the current, murmuring to himself, “Still buildin’ tight.” A ripple broke the surface near the lodge, then...