Greatwater Lake pick your fortune

Morgana crinkled her eyebrows at the male's answer. You do know that you can perfectly well go and hunt one down yourself? You're not a crow. Wolves don't "scavenge" , she sneered. It was her absolute dislike towards crows that drove her to say those things. Honestly, our creator (whoever that may be) gave us claws and teeth for a reason, she thought to herself. However, she was curious to see what this male's idea for getting the creature un-stuck was. The lake was realitlvley frozen, which was keeping the log stuck, except for the area where the unfortunate creature had fallen through. Obviously, he would have to break the ice around the log, freeing it from the icey grasp, therefore able to pull the creature out of its watery grave. But there was one fault in her plan, what would stop the creature from sining to the bottom of the river. At that, Morgana offered her help, Can I help? , to her it seemed more of an order than a question, and there was no doubt, she was going to help anyways.