Greatwater Lake every time i see you, it lets me know just how strong

spring could not come soon enough.

to pass the time, he focused on the technical movements of his body; his tightly-wound crouch as he watched for shadows beneath the water, the stretch of his hind legs as he rose, the arc of his spine as he leapt into the air. an audible crack rang through the crisp air as the ice shattered beneath the force of his forepaws.

the ice was beginning to thin.  marginally, he might add.  he noted this with the same involuntary resignation that a man might have observing his receding hairline in the mirror, though in fengmian's case he was wishing it'd just be done already.

spring could not come soon enough.

he did not see her approach behind him, nor did he smell her as the wind was blowing in the wrong direction.  he did, however, hear her moving somewhere in the background.  he paused, turned his body towards the direction of her sound, and lapped at the free-flowing water below.