Big Salmon Lake twark

The magpie continued her shrill calls as she slipped across the frozen lake, her sharp talons barely piercing the icy surface. It took a moment or two before she regained her balance, slowing to a stop with widespread legs and half raised wings. Another minute passed as she stood, unsure what the best way to deal with this situation would be. While she had braved many frozen ponds and smaller pools, it was her first time landing on a large expanse of water and, unfortunately for her, she had picked a particularly slippery patch of ice.

Murmuring worriedly, the bird looked around the edges of the lake, half-hoping to spot Prima somewhere. There! Well, it wasn't her pale-furred friend but the figure had the distinctive wolf-shape. Ever up for an encounter with the curious inhabitants of the Wilds, Shiv began a half-swagger, half-bounce towards the dark lad, loudly chirping to get his attention.