The dog was master.

And in these passing moments, when the blood of the wild was almost dormant in him, he was depressed by the instinctive and growing feeling that he was not of that wild, but a fugitive in it, menaced on all sides by strange dangers.
Deep in the northern forests the beaver does not work and play in darkness only, but uses day even more than night, and many of Beaver Tooth's people were awake when Baree began disconsolately to investigate the shores of the pond.

The little beavers were still with their mothers in the big houses that looked like great domes of sticks and mud out in the middle of the lake.

There were three of these houses, one of them at least twenty feet in diameter.

Baree had some difficulty in following his side of the pond.