Moonsong Glacier you think you have the best of intentions

Draper watched with mild amusement as the coyote skidded on the slick ice. He had done the same thing only a few minutes earlier, and he was currently perched upon a bank of snow. The snow itself had stopped falling sometime earlier that day (although Draper was convinced this was only a brief break), and boy howdy was it bright out this afternoon with all the reflecting that was going on. He squinted at the scene below, chuckling as the other coyote seemed to be trying to figure a way out of their situation.

Hey buddy! he called out, tail beating against the snowdrift where he sat, causing puffs of snowflakes to swirl around him. There's a whole lot more traction over here.