Chan rest within the forests that surrounded the lake. He'd been hunting for snow hare, but had only managed to find a fox on a similar quest and a popup mountain spring thickening with slush and ice. Thirsty, he'd decided to lap some up, tongue wandering to any and all water that had not yet frozen solid. He supposed he hadn't been paying enough attention, as his tongue caught on a chunk of dry ice and suddenly his vision was partially obscured by the object that had all but fused with his skin.
Minutes later, he'd yet to resolve the issue. Pulling certainly hadn't worked, and at one point he'd tried to break the ice against a tree trunk, but obviously that had proven difficult to accomplish. Eventually, he'd managed to pull both his tongue and the entirety of the rectangular piece into his mouth; it bulged against his wolfish cheeks but he kept his lips sealed stubbornly shut, hoping that his body heat could melt it off before the brain freeze killed him...