Lost Lake but what do they hold you for?

When she said she needed to do something important, Desideria had been quite serious about the matter. Meeting Namid for the first time flitted to mind, and it only seemed appropriate, at least to the loner, that she bring something with her to the borders of Fallen Tree Cove if she wanted as much as a snowball’s chance in the desert at being welcomed back to the pack. Going with empty paws? Simply inconceivable, even for a lifetime thief.

Now, standing on the shore of the lake, the timber wolf was beginning to see the flaws in her plan. From the sand and snow came a sheet of ice – under this invisible was the fish. Probably. Her brows furrowed as she stepped out daintily, and a moment later, she began to dig, claws cutting opaque lines into the surface – but nothing else. Not even a dent. After a few moments, she stopped, ankle offering a small twinge of interest. Her nose twitched and she took a step back, mouth twisting as she peered up ahead, searching the lake for open water.

Further out, something was moving. Her tail swishing, snow falling down across her back, and she began to slide across the ice, intent on investigating whatever was ahead. Hopefully, it was some fish. Cold, slow fish.