Blacktail Deer Plateau Black is the soul

While the wolf, who Wraen could not see, was as quiet as a mouse in it's attempt to sneak up to the unsuspecting bird and attack it, when the opportunity presented it, she - on the other hand - was neither silent, nor very careful. She walked the ice, drawing closer to the borders and at one point a brittle layer of the cold cover gave way, her forefoot went through, catching her by surprise, scraping her skin painfully and making her yelp loudly. Slowly she removed it from it's icy trap, wincing and biting back whimpers of self-pity and retreated few steps from the culprit. 

Either scared by the noise or curious of, what it was, a colorful bird appeared on the edge of the river, making Wrae freeze and observe it intently.