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

He was slowly making his way over the Haunted Woods to investigate the pack further of what Tzila had informed him. The lake was familiar, it was here that he came face to face with the man that had a hand in giving him life. The place was frozen over now, with snow drifting from above and along its smooth surface. The breeze that carried the snow also carried another scent, one faint of the Nightwalkers, but she must be one of them, fresh or just leaving... 

Regardless, he was curious enough to follow the scent in the wind.

Carefully he padded along the water's frozen surface, why would she be way out here? He kept an ear open to listen to the ice for any weakness and continued on his path, only to come across such a... how should he put it... an easy target for him to enjoy today. The ice had given under her weight and she had stuck her leg into the frozen waters. Circling around the woman, he offered a curious and faux concerned glance. 

Are you okay? Gosh, that must be very cold. He couldn't help but coo the sinister words as he spoke... he couldn't help it. She was under his mercy now.