Greatwater Lake touch my neck and walk me home

Seal descended from the Vale toward the great lake upon the Flatlands. She was on a mission to collect nutritious lakeweed for Montagne's soon-to-be-mothers. Frozen stasis in winter -- lakeweed algae was one of the only green things available and Seal knew the plant would provide precious minerals.

She looked forlornly across the valley toward the tall peak of Moonspear.

I wonder how Ajei is doing, Seal thought to herself.

Then, she looked Westward toward the coast.

Perhaps I should visit Chani someday, the girl mulled... and at the thought her cheeks became rosy.

Bruno moves north, away from the sandy red lands and toward greener pastures. A fresh blanket of snow covers the ground, and the yearling's wide paws keep him steadily moving forward. When Bruno came to the lake, its vastness could not be overstated. Initially, he does not think it is a lake at all, but the seacoast which he has seen many times before. However, there is no salt upon the air, no squawking of seagulls, and the air about the place feels different.
Not too far away, he spots a single wolf. Curiosity gets the better of him, and Bruno approaches with a friendly bounce in his step.
"Hello there!" he calls out from a distance. He attempts to gauge her reaction.

When she reached the water’s edge, Seal did a little hop to try and break the ice.

Thud!

No luck! The frozen water was far thicker than she had assumed. Seal began to look down the shoreline for a place where the ice was already broken – perhaps where an herbivore had kicked it in to get a drink.

Hello there!

A distant voice called to Seal. Her head swung around and spotted a dark figure among the snow. He was too far away to make out any details – but it was evident to her that she did not know them. Always the optimist, Seal responded with a “hi!”

She responds pleasantly—perhaps a bit too pleasantly—and Bruno's tail wags in response. He begins to close the distance between the two of them. In doing so, he grows closer to the coast of the vast blankness of the frozen-over lake. Now no more than a wolf's length away from the stranger, he bobs his head in an additional greeting. She is a pleasing meld of steely grey and peachy cream. She does not look so much older than him, but she does have an air of maturity around her that he does not.
"I think the ice is too think for breaking," he says, glancing at her footprints on the snowy surface. "My name is Bruno. Is there another water source nearby? I could use a drink myself."