Greatwater Lake Spring thaw

Tagging @Wraen for visibility's sake! Spur-of-the-moment decision b/c I know I can't keep up with three toons very well.

He wasn't sure exactly how many days it had been since he had last seen Wraen, but he was beginning to lose hope that she was going to meet up with him here. Perhaps she had spotted him at some point while he was following her, and he had scared her off that way. Whatever the reason, he felt with each passing day that she would not come back to the spot by the lake where they had met. With how cold it had been, the lake had frozen over, and Whisker was presently (and unknowingly) walking on ice.

When he spotted a squirrel a bit further out, he darted toward it, but the ice was still young and weak. It shattered under his weight, and the next thing he knew, his whole body was enveloped in icy cold water, and he was scrambling to get to the surface. Every time he thought he had a grasp on a ledge, it broke off, and he was left struggling to breathe. His temperature dropped with each passing second, and eventually his frantic movements slowed and slowed until he could do no more.

The squirrel had long since gone, and Whisker's body would likely not be found until the spring thaw.

Weeks passed and on the day, when Wraen was supposed to meet Whiskers at the same place, she was many miles away, hunting Sea Lions at the coast. She would think about the enthusiastic and smitten yearling later in the day, wondering, where he was now and how he was doing, and consoled her guilty conscience about not keeping promise with rational reasons, why she had not been able to keep it. 

In the first few days after their meet-up, now and then she did come across his smell in the fields and vicinity of Sunspire, and she had suspicions that the fellow was staying somewhere nearby, even following her without her consent. This had angered her a bit, because she valued her privacy and independence and having a stalker, even a harmless and foolish to an extent, was not nice. 

Perhaps, her decision to take her hunting parties on the other side of the mountain range made Whisker lose her from his sight, because, when she had finally returned, she could find no trace of him anymore. She had wished him all the best in her mind and forgotten about him entirely. Until that one moment that incidentally was the day of Whisker's death, did she recall him and immortalized him in a funny story about their encounter. A polished up detail here, some witty and funny remarks there, some exaggerations of the involved characters and eventually she ended up with few pages, written in neat hand-writing and wrapped in a dark blue folder, which she stashed in her mental library under the title of "Memorable events".