Duck Lake Around the mulberry bush

Inkeri grasped the nearest large branch and drug it to the edge of the water's edge. It was icy and cold. her breath leaving frost trails in it's wake. She leaned the log against the rock and pushed, with her head and paws. It landed into the water and ice with a loud crack. And water burst up like a geyser.

The droplets stole her breath as their cold landed on her face and eyelashes. She batted a paw towards the ice pieces moving them from side to side. Leaving a hissing noise in it's wake, as the ice burned her paws.

She watched with clear eyes, waiting. A fish would need to surface eventually. And that was a quick meal.