Broken Antler Fen cherimoya

It would have amused and wondered Lilitu to no end had she known that Teya had once lived in the vale, too. She had never met the woman there, after all. Right now, the cream-pelted wolf was a stranger, and the girl watched her from a short distance, eyeing the way she walked a little funny.

She didn't approach, however, until the woman began to press down upon the ice. Watched as water came up—oh, there it was! Lilitu had wondered where it had gone. It came when snow melted upon her nose or tongue, or in the faster moving streams. Otherwise, it had vanished, replaced by winter.

She loped up to stop a few paces from her packmate, giving a short bark to let her know she was coming (as if she wouldn't know; Lilitu more often than not was her own herd of elephants). 

What're you doing? she asked, staring at the hole in the ice. Oh, water; it reminded her of the plentiful rains of summer, and she wanted to bury her nose in it, cool and fresh as it looked.