Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

his sounds slid across the ice in a way that was most strange, but she understood.

zharille was not smart, but she could be bold. she saw how he patted the ice and stood strong there and thought she could too, so even with her initial hesitation she took the time to step one paw, then another, then another - and soon she was standing on the ice.

it did not feel good. in fact, as she began to stride in her usual hulking way, her paws slipped out from under her. she quickly braced and found them sliding again, again, again, in a most ungainly manner; however, she did make progress and came to an uneasy pause nearer to the other wolf.

she was hesitant now to extend towards him, sniffing the air; one wrong move and she might break the ice and kill them both.