Otter Creek Got to face, need to tell you

Crack!

A few steps away from the ebony woman, Zola was working the ice. It was a strange element, and she would best it. Rising up onto her back legs, she threw her weight upon the solid material with her front. It split the third time, revealing small species of fish and above all else - water.

Hah! It was not so hard. She would drink deep from the cool stream - strange how it can be cold on surface of world and in the water. Perhaps drag fish from the creek and bring them back to Easthollow? She was going to fill their stores whether they wanted her to or not.

Unaware of the other wolf, Zola continued to break the ice.