Whitebark Stream I'll send a postcard to you, dear

k'edghildza had not wandered often. she didn't tend to stray far from sun eater's scent, finding comfort that her husband was always within an ear shot. but her growing friendship with ice diver had her, more often than not, breaching the levels of which she would scathe the borders.

she had followed the broad woman. her tracks were large through the snow. k'edghildza mirrored them, stepping atop once where she had been.

she found her! and someone else? k'edghildza's ears perked, her disposition much, much softer than the war chiefs. she approached ice diver with a low chuff, signaling her arrival there, beside her.

but then the ice broke.

alarmed, shouldn't we help her?