Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

@Emory

A thick fog rolled over the marsh, swirling above the water like frigid smoke. Israel peered within the translucent tendrils of white, but visibility was obviously limited. Giving up, she proceeded into the fog, the reeds rustling against her silver pelt as she moved. Soon she had reached the water's edge, finding it frozen solid.

She was not thirsty but the ice fascinated her. She sat down upon the cold earth, wrapping her long tail around herself. A shiver rolled up her spine as she lifted a paw and curiously placed it on the ice. It slipped but little, assuring her that the marsh was indeed frozen. The edges,  at the very least. The grey wolfess stood again, and this time, she stepped onto the ice with both front paws. Finding her footing, she moved forward, all four of her slender limbs resting on the slick surface. She stumbled but caught herself just in time.

A small smile broke across her pretty features. She took a confident step forward but that motion became her downfall. All control fell away from her and she slipped, sliding smoothly onto her belly with her front paws stretched ahead of her. The smile disappeared.