Greatwater Lake Knock em down, strip em back boys

When he said her name, she drew closer and said, yes, despite detesting the nickname. Gannet was tired; she could allow it for him this once. He was coming to, and shaking; she stepped over him to lay down behind him and offer him warmth. What happened? Hydra asked next. She could not see Gannet waltzing onto unstable ice in his improving health, but then, what else could explain it? The river could not have taken him unless he fell through its icy cracks, and as she looked to the waters he had been expelled from she noted the many breaks in the ice. He had been fortunate to find one.