The Agouti Myrddin had remained amongst the white firs that he used to call home for a time after discovering the pack was gone. Instead if staying in the den that the pack had shared he'd sought out the den he'd been born in. There he made a temporary home until he'd decided what to do next. Most days were spent hunting and avoiding the bear that had taken up residence in the notch den.
On one excursion down to the spring for a drink he found the spring to be frozen. That wasn't the only thing that he noticed. Something was sticking up out of the ice. For a long moment he sat on the edge of the spring trying to figure it out. He wasn't able to tell exactly what it was from where he sat as it was half in half out of the ice and covered in a thick frost. So he rose to his paws and stepped slowly onto the ice.