Neverwinter Forest chalk and dust sister

Aesop thought that he was well on track to get home. He was not heading due North, but Northeast, following his nose towards the smell of salt. It was tough, since the heady scent of conifers was so strong around him, but breezes would bring him just enough of a trace to guide him home. So long as he kept following it, he was confident he'd get home while the night was young.

That was, until someone not too far off began raising a racket. At first he couldn't make out the sounds, and was inclined to ignore it. Then he deciphered that it was a call for help, something he couldn't ignore in good conscience. So he made his way to the source of the sounds with haste.

He broke the treeline to a small lake. There was the dark shape of a wolf struggling in a break in the ice, some poor fool who had tried to go ice fishing. She was close enough to the shore, though, that Aesop thought there may still be some saving her. So he approached the nearest bank and called out, "hey! I got you, can you swim? Head toward me, try n' grab the ice." He thought that if she could grab the ice, she may be able to pull herself up. Even if it broke in the attempt, she would be nearer to him, and they may be able to work with that. He wasn't going to dart out onto the ice and endanger himself, though, not for a stranger.