Whitefish River A rake of claws against a mirror

The boy had been happy to bounce along, recounting days events to Iseldur with the energy of a bullet; however he was quick to quiet down at the sight of his father's signal.

He looks ahead. A canine, far from a wolf but larger than Cathal. His head tilts. Dog? Really? He is not so sure. They look nothing like him! But yes, we will say hi! He would never turn down the opportunity for something new.

He hops ahead through the heavy snow, barking a greeting to the stranger who watches them so steadily from across the river. It is mostly frozen now, so Cathal knows that his light body will have no issue crossing - though poor Iseldur may break the ice.