Big Salmon Lake standing on rubber

The dappled fae sighed with relief when the little fox spoke weakly. She pulled her rough tongue over the red coat without a moments hesitation, her strokes moving from tail to head. The fox shook, and the wolf began slowly dragging her towards shore, careful as not to break through the ice again. Finding a sheltered spot by the shore, the middle of a shriveled bush, the fae lay next to the fox, trying to warm her. A warm stirring drove through her then, and the wolf looked at the fox with kind eyes.