Whitefish River a crack in the mirror

Skaro said nothing in response. Saena readied herself to be dismissed by placing one forepaw back, but then the coywolf brought his paws together at the edge of the ice and hit it. The sound echoed across the flatlands, and when he hit it again, he was rewarded with a deafening crack and the appearance of fresh water.

While he fell upon it with the vigour of a man who had just left the desert, Saena watched casually. Nothing about him had yet revealed what she found so bizarre about him. His features were weird, but she couldn't place a finger on why. Deciding to employ another tactic, she took a slow step forward and said, "I'm Saena. I live over there," and indicated "over there" with a flick of her snout.

"Where do you come from?" she asked, hopeful that his answer would shed some light on what was so different about him.