Arrow Lake I know you're scared

She might never have noticed the other canine at the bottom of the quarry, had she not caught a sliver of white breaking up the grey and blue of the landscape. She paused with one paw quivering in the air, staring down at the other as if trying to decipher how a wolf could exist with half of its body white and half of it black. That would could only turn one way in winter, or so she might have reasoned.

Immediately her quest to reach the lake became more important than ever. Ptarmigan had been without much company for a while, and the prospect of having company now was tempting to the Endore. Yet try as she might, she could find no safe way down the mountain, and soon was whining lightly in her throat and pacing back and forth. She wanted to ask for help, but of course, the distance seemed too great to call across.