The falls continued their roar, even in the face of such frigid temperatures. Chan led the way around them, sounding out warning each time he found a particularly icy spot or other hazard. The last thing they needed was for someone to take a tumble. The icy spray hanging in the air made it difficult to pick up scents, but once they reached the ground things would improve and they would at last be able to fan out and start to cover a wider range.
Chan looked up, back at Aleister and his growing son, and barked out around the fur hanging from his teeth.
Watch your step.