@Treyah or @Reiko or both. Want to see how the teenagers get along?
Sakari put one careful paw in front of the other, nose hovering so close to the ice that her breath left behind little fog marks. She watched and listened for a crack with every footfall, testing the ice for its strong and weak spots. If she found a particularly thin patch, she could lick, gnaw, and otherwise bore her way through to the liquid beneath. She had done crazier things for a meal, and a hunch told her that this part of the river would be particularly well stocked. Wolves didn’t den near barren rivers, and judging from the abandoned den she’d uncovered this place used to be a thriving mecca.
She had spent a little while sniffing around the vacant den site, hoping to stumble across some long-abandoned cache. All she achieved for her efforts were several heaps of rotting fur and dusty bones. The wolves who used to inhabit these lands had been gone too long. Sakari only hoped that they hadn’t chosen to leave because the river ran out of fish.
Sakari flexed her paws impatiently, watching her claws scrape across the solid, impenetrable ice. The ice was so thick at the edge of the river that it appeared bright white, but Sakari could hear water trickling toward the center of the river. It would be dangerous to step out further, out of reach of the riverbank, but perhaps a few more steps and she could find what she was looking for...