And break the frozen heart.

Malachi did not notice Manauia's presence, and though he should have caught her scent on the air, his focus lay undivided on the Glacier and so he missed it entirely. Lost in his own world, the man pressed a paw against the icy crust, prodding as he'd done before and testing its solidity beneath his feet. The river did not budge (as if he'd expected otherwise) and he dropped to all fours only to place his paws against the ice a second later. He had seen many a frozen lake before, and had walked across them countless times. But Malachi didn't need an expert to tell him this was no frozen river.

Dropping to his paws again, he paced on spot, gaze still scanning across the snowy edge. It was at this point he usually turned away, heading back to the forested areas and leaving the Glacier for another day. But the man had let his curiosity simmer for far too long already, and his paws itched to move past the gentle greeting stage and onto unabashed exploration of the dangerous land before him. Ignoring the Glacier's fair warning, he loped across the barren ground and climbed the gradual incline of the mountainside until he stood level with the ice. With hesitation he placed a paw atop its hulking form and tested his weight against the surface, only to follow with a second paw when he heard no telltale signs of a break. Soon he stood with all fours upon the Glacier's crust and, at the tingle of rebellion in his paws, drummed the ground in silent victory before shifting his attention the rest of the icy expanse.