Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

the nearer she got, the more uneasy she felt.

the ice groaned but did not split. it was not enough to break anything, but together they were too much - and if they lingered, the ice would certainly devour them both. he seemed aware; when he moved back, she watched him and felt a spike of panic.

was he leaving her here? was this a trick? her tail lashed against her hocks, and that movement alone made something shift in the ice. the man made a beckoning sound and so with her waddle engaged, zharille made slow progress towards him.

he became a bulwark alongside her, herding her to the shore nearer where he had begun. she welcomed the aid all the way to the bank, and then hurried to stable ground. afterwards, she gave him a wolf-smile and reached out to press her nose to his jowel, a flick of her tongue across his chin as thanks.