Lake Rodney Oblivion Crisis

*weirdly slots this into Redshank's timeline somewhere*

He headed south again, knowing he had met Titmouse at the lake near the caldera once before. He was unaware of what had befallen the Redhawk wolf, and so hopes remained high as he loped in the direction of Lake Rodney. Maybe he could convince the boy to travel with him? They could be two wayward bros just trying to make it through the winter. Titmouse had gone back to his familial pack, and Redshank was low-key salty about that. If his family was good enough to go back to, why had he run from them in the first place?

Keeping questions too hard to answer at bay with a shake of his head, Redshank continued to struggled through the snow on limbs not built for the winter. He constantly stumbled on snow drifts, managing to accidentally bite his tongue at least twice, and just as he was about to take out his anger on all of the frosty white bullshit covering the lands, it finally began to thin.

The lake! He spotted it in the distance from between the trees, and scrambled out of the forest towards it as if expecting Titmouse to be waiting there, all packed and ready to go off on their grand adventure. However, all that met his eyes was a solitary, dark female who was tentatively making her way along the edges of the frozen waters. He scowled, but stalked towards her anyway with a wry smile overtaking his disappointed expression. She was either extremely brave or exceptionally daft to be toying with fate like this. Ice was unforgiving on the best of days. If she fell in, however, it would be no great loss, and would provide Redshank with some entertainment, at least.