Lake Rodney oh dabbing clown, we are really in it now

Her next trip took her out of the woods and west. She thought she could find something of value along the lakeside and even as the snow began to fall, she held out hope that something could be scoured from the frozen world around her.

It took longer to reach the edge of the lake than she anticipated because of all the snow; the showers had started out sloppy and wet but after a few hours of fighting against the wind and the sleet, it became colder and the snow so heavy that she was surrounded by white.

The lake was hidden beneath a sheet of ice - and that, beneath a piling of snow that would not soon abate. The little flame huffed, her breath a white mist lost among the snow, and she turned around - eager to return to the woods - when one of her nimble paws crunched against a thin section of unseen ice, forcing her to miss a step as she awkwardly plunged shoulder-deep in to the shallows.

The immediate chill made her yelp in surprise and try to withdraw, but her paw was stuck and in twisting, she felt something pop.