Lake Rodney Oblivion Crisis

Unfortunately for him, the only thing that would happen to Zenith was her tripping slightly on a snow-buried stick that must have been caught in the ice -- and she didn't even faceplant!  She caught herself before she belly-flopped onto the ground, which wasn't exactly surprising considering she wasn't moving fast anyway.  She did turn back and look in the hole her foot her left in the snow to figure out what the heck that was down there, ears flicked forward in case there was some sound of some scampering critter or the like.  Yep.  A stick.  Not even edible.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting to find out there, but it wasn't proving very interesting.  As she turned back to shore, she finally noticed the approaching dark figure.  Her ears flicked forward but she said nothing yet, moving back so it was earth under her paws under the snow as far as she knew.  Though feeling she was taking reasonable risks with the ice, she was being slightly more cautious with the wolves of the region. She had no idea what to expect.  For all she knew, they were all murderers, but she was hoping that this, like many other places, had fair enough sorts that she could have a decent conversation.  She wagged her tail once and waited.