Duskfire Glacier and so he's chosen to cower in the water like a dumb animal

But it was only for a moment, for hunger had its ugly claws wrapped ‘round his stomach. A slow pull back into a harsh reality.

Hungry and cold.

This end of the earth did not prepare for the coming of spring, not yet. Hiro had spent many a sleepless night beneath the frigid watch of stormy skies. Herds had no reason to come to fields of snow that had yet to melt. Not that he could even dream of sinking his teeth into even the weakest of stragglers.

Hiro was not made for this life.

If he could not lap up the blood of prey, he thought, he would take his fill from the rivers. One he just found that had been cruely capped with ice. A sick joke. They scowled at the surface, burned daggers through the ice before plunging his paw down with a scream. 

The frozen lake was not as sturdy as it first appeared. The ice caved to the sudden pressure. Blunted claws wisked through freezing waters and dug into the dirt of the bank. A chill runs through his leg and down his spine.

Hiro fell quiet, all for his rapid, shaking breath.