you can set yourself on fire
The rogue paused, a still stature against the white, as he listened. There was the pulse of the creek up ahead, and a small creature rustling beneath the snow. Longer he stood, trying to pinpoint its precise location, then he pounced. Muzzle and paws breaking into the snow, and grabbing the small bundle of white. It's cries of pain, and perhaps fury pummeled his ears. He quickly gnashed his teeth, and it met its end. He would take the young rabbit over nothing. Now to get across the creek, and return home to make sure nothing was amiss.
White limbs broke through the snow, forming a new trail. Small snowballs formed on the long cords of his fur, but he pressed on. Until he noticed tracks. Momentarily, he tipped his head to get a better look. It was a clear path, and deep. Most likely a moose's doing. A wag to his tail, he made his into the small trench where it lead him closer to the creek. He could see where the ungulate had crossed, but wasn't sure if he wanted to do the same thing. He was not as tall as a moose. He dropped his rabbit, and began to debate. There was lots of ice and snow, snippets of water running here and there in the middle. Was there somewhere he could go without getting soaked?