Whitefish River a crack in the mirror

He flitted between the trees, eager to cover as much land as he could. When a sound caught in his ears, Skaro stopped. He lurched and almost stumbled in the deep snow, turning his ears and then his pointed face as he tried to ascertain the origin of the call. His tail tucked against his hocks even before he spotted the caller; and, while his instincts were reacting, he bayed a low wuff across the snow-scape.

The sound had barely passed his lips when he went silent, and simply listened. For the time being Skaro's head was raised and his hooked nose wiggled with anticipation for a potential meet - but he didn't notice Saena as she stalked him. All he heard was the stillness of winter, wherein even the breeze in the trees was silent. Skaro stopped alongside the river and bowed his head to drink - but that was when he saw the ice, and was refused.