Duck Lake Signing waivers,

Come the winter, the lake had frozen over and Hokulani was eager to experiment. Her parents had never let her walk on the ice she saw in her early months.

Paws stepping light as the most graceful dancer she took her first steps onto the slippery surface. Head lowering, she sniffed at the ice out of curiosity. Just how did it become this way? Would she really be able to walk on it?

There was only one way to find out really, when she was on her own that was. Should another come by, she supposed that there would be two ways.

The young woman strode upon the ice, gingerly, cautiously. Rising Sun watched her from afar, waiting for the inevitable crack.

It didn't happen.

Still—she was aware of what could transpire when ice turned to water again.

Girl, she called out, Come back to me.

A voice rung out making demands of her. It was not familiar, not one she cared for.

Eyes turned and head followed as she looked to the stranger. This ice, what will happen if I walk further? She asked with a tilted head as she called back to them. Maybe they new, maybe they did not. Hokulani was determined to find out.

They did not seem the clueless wolf she had hoped for, but this could be entertaining nonetheless.