RE: Nalda, you've gotten your tongue stuck to a chunk of ice!
- Late morning, Freezing fog - 3 ° F/ -16 ° C
Nalda Zamora Well SHIT! This wasn't good at all. She'd been so thirsty, she'd considered chewing snow, but knew from bitter experience the uncomfortable side effects that might ensue. Of course she should have figured it would be the same with ice, but she'd been so frustrated when she found the creek iced over, well, there hadn't been much room for clear thinking. Here she had gone out of her way to find running water, and then there was none! All the little stream had to offer was ice, a thin streak of it running all the way along the bottom of the riverbed. The slate and russet girl had groaned in irritation seeing it, ears flattening as she looked round desperately for another source to quench her thirst. Of course there was nothing; What did I expect?! She rolled her eyes, sitting back heavily in the snow, as small flurry rising around her as he bony rear bumped against the ground. After that, it didn't take long for her to throw caution to the wind. Pouting didn't help he, still burning, thirst, and as she sat there, smoldering, golden eyes running up and down along the frozen creek, she realized that most every water source she knew of would be the same. So what am I doing exactly?! If everything was iced over, she really had no other option; How bad can it be? That's what she had thought, and then she had gotten up, walking down to the frozen water with her nose hanging right above the ground. A new problem arose when she realized there was no real way to get at the ice. It was frozen smooth, and short of licking the surface, there seemed no good option. Then she noticed the rock. About the size of two paws on top of one another, the smooth surface showed that it had been lying in the stream for years, slowly polished by the running water. As fall had stilled the water, more and more of the rock had poked above the surface, until only the bottom sliver had still been covered. Then the frost had come. And that's where luck had struck. Where the rest of the creek had frozen into a solid sheet, the presence of the rock had caused the expanding ice to crack, pressing up around it in promising lumps. Nalda made her way to the stone, pawing at the ice to try and free a suitable piece. When a nice chunk finally freed itself, she wasted no time in clamping down on it, longing for the sweetness of moisture on her tongue. The first few moments were bliss, small droplets of water instantly melting off the ice and rolling into her throat. Then she began to feel the cold. Icy needles stabbed through her teeth, frost burning at her cheeks. With a small shriek, the young wolf parted her jaws, moving to spit out the frozen lump. And that's when she realized that it wouldn't budge. The chunk of ice had frozen stuck to her tongue; Shit! Word count: 512 ”Speech” Thoughts |