With gusto, he approached the dam and sized it up, raking his pale eyes up and down its height. He could see masses of darkness moving through the water around the dam. Beavers. The brute wasn't quite familiar with them, though he'd been around long enough to at least be aware of them. They were fat,furry brown creatures that could eat wood and made dams, like the one he was looking at. Whether or not they cared if he happened to walk across their carefully constructed home was unknown to him. But he did it anyway.
Muscles bunched, he made the leap, wobbling precariously for a moment before he got his balance. Something beneath his paws hit the water, and he started, catching his breath before assuming that it was just a twig that he'd dislodged on his way up. A rather loud bark of pride was let out into the air, before he was interrupted by another splash. Then there were more, and he looked around, eyes wide. Dark mass after dark mass began to appear in the water, heading for the all too distant shore. Great. He'd pissed off the beavers. So much for being mature.