Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

snow had come and had not disappeared. it continued to pile up and up across the flat silvery land of the fen, making teya's compromised gait harder. though she had little pain in the bone, her ankle remained stiff. it did not lend easily to running or jumping yet, and she fretted that she would not be able to contribute as much as was needed.
today she pressed her paw across the ice at the edge of a stream, pushing downward as it began to fracture beneath her heel and bubble with water: a small hole beneath which she might see if there were fish to be found.