The frozen pond behind the dam creaked as Eltrys tested his weight on the water. Raised in cold northern reaches, on the edge of cliffs, and inside insidious caverns, he's known ice only through the ritual hunt. The groan beneath his outstretched paw told him of the frigid danger below him.
He grumbled as he looked from his precarious test to the beaver dam. How might one dig into those mud-caked logs to get to the meat waiting for him within?
He stood flicking his tail back and forth as he measured along the edge of the dam and pulled his paw back from the frozen pond to stand on the bank. Slowly he walked closer to the dam, wondering if it would even be worth the effort to find his way inside.
"Our character is often revealed at our highs and lows... Be humble at the mountaintops, be steadfast in the valleys. Be faithful in between." - marcandangel.
Knight
Professor
