Boartusk Heights Tenderfoot

It takes a little bit of searching to find the flowing stream; it isn't flowing very well, which could explain it. The quieter sections don't appear to have much water to them at all, but they've frozen over in to sheets of ice. The more aggressive sections buffer at the creek's muddy sides and carve through the soil without notice of the season. The man approaches one of the patches of ice and notices it has partially cleaved free of the rest, and a segment is bobbing against the rushing water. He places a broad paw against this chunk of ice and as he places his weight upon it, the ice breaks with a pop but doesn't go far; Tulimaq withdraws for a moment and watches it, then reaches for it with his teeth — momentarily playful. As soon as the cold sets in to his fangs he releases the chunk and huffs, licking at his teeth to warm them up again.