Whitefish River it's alright if you run out of breath

"Okay then - let's find some otterprints for ourselves," Wraen told the girl cheerfully, falling in the role of a lead hunter easily. She first went down to the river, where it's icy cap met the snow-covered bank and tested the ice, to find out, if it was solid enough to carry her weight. When it seemed to be safe, she looked over her shoulder at Raid - she seemed to be of the same size and build as Wraen, therefore she also should not have any problems to take the same path. Had it been a heavier wolf, Wraen would have had her doubts.

Fifteen minutes later she came upon the tracks she had found earlier. Not only one set, but two and though the tracks intermingled here and there, they went separate ways eventually. "I think we should split up," she told her companion, pointing out to the tracks. "You take one trail, I will take the other, if any of us find a fresher trail - just call out to each other."