Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

the sound of splitting ice caught in her ears. she did not know what to make of it at first - it was unlike anything she'd heard before. there were no lakes like this in the kyneswood, and it had never gotten cold enough for the creeks and ponds to freeze.

she was wary as she ambled. sometimes the sound would cease and she would too. she would look around with her ears turning to every noise - then continue on, until she came to a path that opened up a line of sight to where the other wolf was working.

zharille's nostrils flared. she could only smell the mud and the ice from this distance, but it was obvious there was a white wolf ahead of her. he was standing on the ice, or close enough to it that she could make that mistake; so she crept closer, and as soon as she set a paw upon the closest patch, she felt her toes slipping and pulled back again.

for a second or two zharille was perplexed. she sniffed at her paw, then at the ice, and did not know what to do.