Things had been silent for Deacon lately. He knew of a commotion about a female, Oula, returning but he mostly kept to himself. The dark lad spoke mostly with @Nineva to see how she was doing. He hadn't spoke to Yvly recently but figured he should make time to go do such. She had been there for him multiple times already, the least he could do was check up on her.
The male wished for some more alone time first, though. A stroll through the pack lands and maybe a little further wouldn't hurt. Winter seemed to be here and there was little to do besides keep each other warm and safe. His large, dark form was easily visible to those looking. He would be a dark contrast against the ivory ground. But these woods seemed quiet. The only things watching him were likely the birds and any other creatures not tucked away from the grip of winter.
He realized he had slipped out from the borders of the Hollow and promised to himself he wouldn't be gone long. A simple trip to the nearby creek would be enough for him, for today at least. When he came upon it, the water had frozen over. A nice sheet of ice shimmered in what light was provided. For some reason, Deacon felt the urge to mess with ice. Perhaps walk on it or break it. He had never really partaken in such jollifications. He was slow at first. A few steps out and he could have sworn he had the hang of it. His large dark paws gently struggled to move across the creek. Some places on the ice were sleeker than others. Just as he was about to make it the other side he found himself slipping. And in no way was Deacon a graceful man. All it took was the minor mess up. His front paws met the snow on the other side of the creek, his head met the bottom of a tree, and his back legs laid sprawled out behind him. All that could be heard was a gentle whine.