Cricket Creek Bog And pray for the thunder

"That sounds like a good plan," Wraen agreed, turning around and checking out the path in the snow that led to the small hillock she was standing on now. The problem was that, now that she was aware of the dangers that lied beneath the ice, she observed that along her way there had been plenty of potentially dangerous spots. 

"Hmmm..." she pondered, looking now in the direction, where the other wolf was standing. The distance between them was obviously shorter than the one she had walked earlier. If she was careful enough... "What do you think - if I jumped from one hillock to the other and moved towards you... I would get out of the bog sooner, wouldn't I? And there would be less danger for danger to happen than if the way I walked here."