Duck Lake Signing waivers,

She gives a nod, a silent gesture of understanding. I'll stay off then. It sounded as though the elk had died one way or another, and Hokulani was no elk.

For a moment she stood still; pondering, wondering, her face neutral all the while until her tail cocked upwards.

I'll be on my way now. She smiles at the stranger, letting it settle before she trotted off westward.

She wouldn't mess with ice again. Though a part of her was curious; what had it been like to see the elk fall in?