Warg padded along the shore, glaring at his reflection in the frozen lake. I was so smooth and glassy, it looked like it hadn't frozen at all. He kind of disliked it, because he could see himself. A big, battered, black brute stared at him with an icy gaze from under the ice. He wished he saw a different wolf in his reflection, one that was kind, open, and caring. His paws sunk heavily into the powdery snow, making it a bother to walk. He sighed and jumped out of the snow onto the ice. As his paws made contact with the frozen lake, they scrabbled out from underneath him and he fell onto his side with a gasp. How foolish he was, trying to jump onto ice like a clueless pup. He shook the snow out of his eyelashes and huffed, a slight hint of irritation trailing the end. His breath flowed out of his slightly opened jaws, and he scanned the lake. It was eerily silent, just the way he liked it.

There was no other wolf in sight. He smiled, then frowned again, realizing he no longer wanted to be lonely. He stretched out and attempted to stand up, successfully at first, but as soon as he took a step he was staring at the sky. He was glad nobody was around to see him flopping around on the ice like a fish out of water. He pushed himself onto his haunches and stood up again, being successful once again. He took slow steps at first, maintaining his balance, then taking longer ones. Soon he was running across the lake gleefully, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He made a sudden stop and let himself freely skid across the ice. He felt his heart beating fast, a sign that he was still alive. He breathed in the cold, crisp air as he came to a halt on the ice and smiled. The lake reminded him of his soul, ice cold, but able to be melted by somebody special. He huffed again, sending snowflakes in assorted directions.

Warg pricked his ears as he heard a familiar voice. He whipped around quickly, only to find Tatsu as his paws slid out from underneath him. He felt his head slam against the hard sheet of ice and he let a grunt escape his lips. He pushed himself back onto his haunches and faced the grey fae. "Greetings Tatsu, yes, I am having fun indeed. I have been doing alright..." He mused, the image of Teren's stare flashing in his mind. "Nothing too terrible." He laughed, his eyes darting to the side. Things in Erenyx were never good, so technically he wasn't lying. "How are you doing all the way in Per-vany-thios?" Was said as he struggled to say the name of the new pack. It was very complicated and he wondered why it was so hard to say. He shook the snow out of his eyes and blinked at Tatsu. He felt a sudden flush of embarrassment, the fae had seem him falling all around the ice. He stepped carefully around the ice trying to prove he was more graceful as he seemed, but as he put his front paw down, he felt the ice give. The brute was suddenly plunged into the freezing water below the blanket of ice. He opened his eyes and he could see nothing but deep blue water all around him. The water burned his skin as he struggled to swim, not knowing where to go.

Warg saw faint beams of light above his head, so he kicked his back legs with all his might. He shot upwards, head above the water. He gasped and coughed for breath, his lungs, nose, and eyes stinging from the icy water. He tried to grasp the ice with his front paws, and he did. As he pulled his back leg out of the water, he lost grip and was sent plunging down into the black water, hitting his muzzle on the way. He felt a sudden jolt of pain as his nose made contact with the water, and he felt warm blood seeping from it. His muscles were getting fatigued from the thrashing, so he made one last attempt to save himself. He kicked his muscular legs against the water and broke the surface for a second time. He clung onto the ice with every ounce of energy he had, and with a final boost, he launched himself onto the surface. Everything in his large body hurt. His muscles ached, his lungs burned, and his nose was bleeding from the impact with the ice. He lay on the side of the hole struggling to regain his breath. He began licking himself frantically, hoping his fur would not freeze. He would surely die if he caught a bout of hypothermia. He slowly scooted away from the break in the ice that had almost killed him, looking at Tatsu once more.