Lake Rodney you are not the battlefield where the bodies fall

@Alya - did I spell it right this time?

Once more, things had started to turn. The wolves not participating in the war have vacated north and soon, those left will take on the unknown. They have not heard from their scout, either, and she has not gone out and sought him. If he has survived this long, she isn’t going to risk it, and she knows it’s possible he slipped up and they’ve already found out. No one has marched upon them in return, not that she suspects the brute to squeal, but the over looming thought her trust has been misplaced once more never quite goes away after a while.
 
Thuringwethil knows they will be on their way soon but this day she has time to move through the territory that she is allowed, before she scoops around the borders and heads west. The lake’ size surprises her when she comes upon it, most of it frozen around the edges. There are gaps further out, away from the island, where the water is too deep to freeze yet. The great size may keep it from freezing entirely but for now she’s still in awe. The lake in Drageda hadn’t frozen when they left but the movement from the waterfall may keep it fresh.
 
The large wolf skirts along the borders, the snow crunching beneath her feet, searching for anything out of the ordinary if only to keep her mind occupied.