Greatwater Lake let sleeping dogs fry

After his encounter with the cannibal wolf, Artax had run until he had reached a massive lake. Panting, he had lapped up the water, coughing and sputtering after it had gone down the wrong pipe. Artax sneezed, then licked his nose. He needed food. The creek still had a frozen layer over it, but he had not been able to find any fish. Even if he had, he wasn't sure his fishing skills were up to the task. The boy backed off of the lake, his feet wet from the shore.

Desperately, he began searching for any kind of scraps he could muster up. Even if it was weeks-old carrion, he would have eaten it with fervor. He ate snow often, though it did little to quell his hunger. Artax needed real food, and his body would be unable to sustain him for too much longer.