A Story Written in Tracks

Jan has written on her blip about the tracks we found in the snow, telling a story of an unsuccessful hunt, leaving a dissatisfied lynx, and a relieved beaver.
I thought I would add a little background to the story.
The beavers live in that lodge, and judging by the tracks in the snow they swam across the stream and walked to the willows growing just behind me. They were either running out of stored food or just wanted to grab some fresh stuff. They've chopped lots of small branches and dragged them to the water. Either there was one very active beaver or several working together, judging by the number of tracks.
We reckon the beaver was down by the water, where you can see a stripped branch and a pile of bark, when the lynx crept up and then charged in from the right of this picture. It gave three big bounds and then slowed to a walk, presumably because the beaver had disappeared under water.
Of course, you can't see any of that from this rather peaceful image so take a look at Jan's blip.
The extra shows a snow bank, glistening a little in the sun. I called it "Clean Line" and there is a sharp edge as it slopes away towards the trees.
Snow makes a complicated world simple. Think of all the subtle tones, colours, shapes and textures of nature, of grass and bushes and trees. They disappear, or are much simplified, when the snow falls, particularly if it falls in quantities.
So here is a slope, covered in small, wild plants on the garden/forest border. All gone, covered in, and protected by, this clean white snow, until the thaw arrives.