Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

He sensed her caution. Saw her uncertainty as her paws slipped against the ice. She was not experienced with it as he was. Should she look to observe him, he flexed his toes deliberately. Spreading them out so his nails pressed down, digging in slightly against the crust. The technique would provide some traction.

That wasn't the only potential problem. The combined weight from their large, hefty frames could put them both in danger. He huffed softly, looking towards the bank, which was only several feet away. Glancing back to her with a soft huff of air.

Rolling his shoulders back, he shuffled gingerly, closer to her exposed side. Ears erect, body tense. And, if she would allow it, he would lean against her, to take a step closer to the shore line.