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Fox awoke slowly. The world around her was brighter than she remembered. White, even. The ice covered her, and she groaned wordlessly as she shifted, a large block of ice above her, though she was not being crushed by it. Something was definitely wrong with her side, because when she attempted to lift herself and get a better look at her surroundings, a sharp pain shot through her ribcage. She yelped in pain, but that only made it worse, and Fox found herself whimpering, trapped beneath the block of ice.

She heard the faint cry of Peregrine, but all she could do was rasp out his name in return. It was barely audible, even beneath the sheet of ice. Again, Fox attempted to right herself, but a similar pain shot through her forepaw. She was breathing heavily, sharply inhaling and panting. She tried to calm herself, and then began to check each of her feet by flexing her toes. Her back feet seemed to be in good working order, and her right front paw was fine, but when she flexed her toes on her left front foot, she winced, licking it to soothe the pain.

Fox tried to find a way out, and she spotted a small opening just ahead of her. Careful to guard her sprained paw and broken rib, she slowly made her way toward the exit, stopping several times to regain her composure so she didn't faint from the pain. She managed to get her nose out the door, and then she stopped, labored breathing nostrils pushing and pulling air from outside her prison.