ice sculptures

Brrrr but it was cold. The sensation prickled at her scabbed pads, and tickled at her nose. She was starting to think she would never be warm again. There were some things to be admired about the landscape, and her good sense and her wonder constantly fought battle inside of her. She wanted to gawk at everything like a love sick tourist. She wanted to touch everything, explore every wonder. The other part of her feared staying still. It ran hot in her blood, the urge to move and move until she collapsed, exhausted, at the end of every day.

The further she ran, and the more muddled her trail, the more likely she would continue to evade capture.

Such a war began when she saw the falls. The icey sculpture rising up before her, startling her with its beauty. She could fear the thunder of falling water, so clearly it was all frozen, but enough to create a formation of ice in wavering patterns. She was so enraptured by it that she forgot to pay attention to her surroundings. Stepping closer, she rapped one such icey creation with a curious paw.