Dawn, Overcast, -1F/-18C, right now she is standing on the ice, but she will be falling through in the next post!
Sephrina was close enough to the pack lands that she did not feel the need to sneak back in before everyone woke up. Sure, her dad still didn’t like her out exploring on her own, but even he wouldn’t get her in trouble for exploring around the creek. Normally she would have gone farther, but the night was so cold that she had refrained, still wanting her freedom, but also wanting to be able to go and snuggle up with her siblings if she got too chilled.
She had not ended up needing to cut her adventure short, but had been pleased to discover what appeared to be a passage across the creek made of sticks. It stunk to high heavens, but it reminded her a little of some of the log bridges in the Backwater. Confident that she had played on those enough times and this would be the same she had clambered up the beaver dam without much of a second thought.
Once on top Sephrina looked around, squinting against a sudden cold breeze. Things were blurry as always, but also so frustratingly familiar. She wanted to see something new, something exciting, not the same old creek and the same old trees. Even this beaver dam only held her attention for a few minutes before she felt she was ready to move on, convinced despite her sniffing that there was nothing of appeal here.
The child was about to have a dose of excitement that she would not soon forget. Taking a step forward to cross, her paw slid across the frosty branches and she was unable to recover her balance. Falling a few feet towards the ice below she let out a grunt when she landed, the rush of air making her miss the uneasy groaning of the ground below. Getting to her paws, the child was too proud to show that she had gotten winded and just wanted to move on.