The boy was still very young, he was just a free spirit who wanted to adventure and find new things. He wasn't thinking of any grown up stuff and felt like he never would. How life would feel so satisfactory if we could all get away with our feet propped and a drink in our hand. But this was not the natural order. Everyone had to earn their survival one day, even in the hands of a pack.
The boy would be sitting at the edge of the lake, looking down at the thin ice. He really liked this lake and he definitely couldn't wait until it was summer again and he could jump in. He may have drowned if he tried now since it was warm enough for it to break under his own small weight. He put one paw on the edge of the soil, getting as close as possible to water and then started to tap at the surface watching it split in between the layers. It was sad to him, it looked like no fun today.
