Lake Rodney Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart.

Crystalline shapes drift across the lake, collecting at the edges. A blustering wind pulled clouds closer overhead, while ruffling the surface of the water. The bits of ice, caught by the momentum, clattered together like teeth. At times the larger pieces would collide and the crack would echo, mirrored by the surface of the water. The wolf was drawn from the south by these sounds; around the glen, towards the irregular topography of the caldera, only to be stopped short by this lake. It was as good a place as any to lay low for a while - to rest, to eat. To the northwest he could spy the all too familiar shape of his father's mountain (and still, it took effort to mentally correct that; his sister's mountain. Charon was long dead by now-) but rather than plunge through the blackness of a cloudy evening, Revui chose to scour the twisting paths alongside the lake. In the morning he would hunt, and be on his way again.