Though the group seemed a slight bit uncomfortable with each other, no hostilities arose that Hati found necessary to draw attention to. There was also the fact that all three of them were females, and it was well known that they didn't always mingle in the friendliest of ways and there was absolutely nothing that could be done about it. However, as the group neared the frozen lagoon, the tension seemed to have dissipated for the most part, and the black river wolf promised himself that he would enjoy the moment.
As his claws first clicked on the slippery ice (most of the snow had been blown away by the strong winds that the area had been receiving) the strong scent of fallen prey immediately came to his attention, and in response his stomach growled. Without making mention of his discovery he raced across the ice, making a slight fool of himself as he tripped and stumbled multiple times, headed for what eventually appeared to be an island. As he neared it a voice called from behind him, making it apparent that he was not the only one who had scented the deceased pronghorn. No matter. There was plenty here for all of them.
Hati tore some of the meat away from the nearly-complete carcass and assessed his surroundings. The island was small and sported mostly evergreens but also some barren birches. Curiosity, and the need to explore that had haunted him all his life, drew Hati away from the carcass and in a circle around the island. On the far side, opposite to where he had stepped up onto the shore, snow was piled several feet high. Climbing to the top of the snow-cliff Hati discovered that it had been formed into a slide by some other playful creature long gone. Without hesitation he stepped onto the top and slipped, discovering the hard way that the slide was more like ice than comfy snow, and sped out over the lagoon, grappling for a foothold and finding none.