The midday sun was just beginning to fall as Saga's journey came to a close. Her original intent had been to find a fresh source of water and to try to map out the herd's most likely course. Both tasks had been completed, so she was turning to retrace her steps when the Raven's call rang out. Bright eyes flickered over the horizon, easily finding the source stationed on the ice with something lain at it's feet. Thinking nothing of it, the Tainn continued on her way, but every step away from the bird seemed to cause another caw, again, and again, and again, until she turned to face it once more, and then it was quiet. How strange. She tested her theory, walking away, and stopping to face the creature. When the same set of circumstances happened, she was forced to question whether or not it was beckoning her forth.
Entranced, Saga slowly began closing the distance between herself and the creature, squinting hard to make out whatever laid before it. Maybe it held some.. answer, some key that would tell her what trial she was supposed to complete here. Her cautious steps grew quicker with anticipation as the gap grew smaller. Perhaps if she hadn't been so intent on the bird she might have tested the ice, but it had been so cold recently that she really had no reason to assume it wouldn't be solid.
Her paw broke through the ice mere tail-lengths in front of the bird, splintering beneath her weight, and sucking her down into the freezing water. Shit. Shit. Shit.