Haunted Wood A lonely road

When Wraen stepped onto the ice, his fur instinctively bristled in anxiety and protectiveness. However, she was far lighter than him; she'd be fine... Probably. Still, Bernard kept an eye on his new friend, prepared to dive in after her should she fall into the frigid water. Then, she requested another favor. He was fine with this, giving her a nod before strolling along the bank, scanning for any breaks in the ice.

Bernard never gave fish much thought and understood little about them. He always just assumed that if they were in water, they were good to go. But Wraen seemed to know quite a bit more, and he wanted to help in any way he could. Eventually, his eyes caught sight of a lengthy crack in the ice not far from the bank. There's a crack over here, He called to her, wondering what she would do with this information.