Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160424000455/@comment-27039035-20160427022423

Bear was exhausted. His legs were quaking, and he was breathing heavily. They were near the lakes center, precariously standing on a sheet of ice. It could crack at any moment, and plunge them both into the deep, dark depths below. "That was a close one." Surprisingly, his voice was steady. "Are you okay?" he asked, glancing back in her direction. The wolves remained on shore, pouting about their loss, unsuccessfully trying to reach them. Each attempt was futile, and resulted in another wet dog. They refused to leave, though. As if waiting them out. As if knowing eventually Bear and Eagle had to return to land.