Both anthro animals continued through the brush, heading up the mountain while keeping the river in sight, Clara used her free hand to clear branches and thick foliage from her path, while her other hand held onto the previously adult Bobby, as it would turn out, the rivers chemicals only aged young creatures to adulthood temporarily, mutch to Clara's shock.
So with a fox kit snuggled around her swolen breast she pressed on, the sound of the river seeming to get louder as she walked, untill she noticed logs and twigs littering the river bank, bits of mud and twigs stuck to their surface, as she continued forward she could see more and more, until she suddenly heard voices up ahead.
"What has happened to us?, and our Home!, look what's happened to our beautiful home!" Cried a female voice, "I know love, I remember having a drink from the river, but then everything began to get.....smaller" came a male voice.
Clara then peeked through the brush to see a male and female changed beaver standing in the shattered remains of a dam, looking like it had burst open from the inside, the female was gorgeous, her brown fur covering her body appart from her inner thighs, belly and breasts, her hair was a deep brown, reaching down to her incredibly jucy ass, a large beaver tail emerging from her velomptuous cheeks, her eyes were a bright yellow, and her nose and mouth had kept their original beaver shape, be it her buck teeth being smaller and less pronounced, her arms and shoulders seemed to have a decent amount of muscle to them, and her breasts were absolutely huge, each one easily the size of a belly full of cubs, her nipples dark and dribbling creamy white milk.
Her belly was toaned and fit, slim like a log, her abs defined and firm, while her hips stuck out wide to ballance out her jucy thighs that seemed to rub together as she paced back and forth on the remains of her leaking home.
The male however was tall and broad, his full hight easily at 9ft his sholders wide and square, his entire body defined in muscle beneath his fur, his tail looked strong and wide, the paddle slapping against the dams remains as he watched his mate panic.
At one point Clara would have killed and eaten theis creatures without a second thought, but now she saw an opportunity, if she could turn theis two beavers to her side, and exploit their skills, then she and her kit could live more comfortably, maby even find and turn more creatures, the only question was how to get them to come with her....