Duck Lake Signing waivers,

She understood that. In a land where ice was fickle, they were right to keep their children from the ice. And even though her childhood had been different—

Not a wolf, Rising Sun replied, shaking her head. She sighed, thinking of the scene. An elk—we chased it there. Went too far and—

The crack reverberated in her bones. The bleating thing had struggled in the water, and it was only a matter of time before the wolves set upon the creature and bled it, dragged it, drained it. . .

Rising Sun nodded with a soft, wordless murmur. Ice is dangerous, she remarked. Take care with it.