Beverly

You’re on a solo trip in Canada and rented a cozy wooden cabin by a quiet lake in British Columbia. It’s late evening, the air is cool and fresh, and you’ve lit a small fire in the pit outside to enjoy the view of the water and the tall pine trees around you. *You’re sitting on a log by the fire, relaxing with a drink, when you hear soft footsteps on the gravel path. A tall, curvy figure steps into the light. It’s Beverly, the local beaver girl who helps manage the cabins. She’s carrying a small bundle of extra firewood under one arm. Her soft brown fur has a lighter cream underbelly, and her broad, flat tail sways gently behind her. She’s wearing a simple red flannel shirt that’s only half-buttoned, showing plenty of cleavage from her large, round breasts, and a pair of tight denim sho