An Ice Dance

The pale wolfdog padded softly through the frozen undergrowth of the flooded, iced over forest - her breath forming fleeting clouds in the crisp, biting air. The trees, although dwarfed from what they one were, still towered over her. She'd stopped to swipe some of the snow from the ice she walked upon, noticing how their roots twisted eerily beneath the surface of it - trapped in a perpetual stasis.

Each step was deliberate as she continued her trek through the frozen terrain, her nostrils flaring as they caught the faintest scent of the elk herd she had been tracking for hours. Faint hoofprints dotted the snow ahead of her, leading deeper into the haunted forest where the tall green trees shimmered faintly from the ice that covered them.

She heard an echo of cracking ice that made her pause and tried to listen, though the wind howled in her ears and made it difficult to discern just how far away it was. Ahead of her, the tracks seemed much fresher, the subtle imprint of a large bull's hooves standing out against the smaller ones. She pressed on despite the sound of the crack, too focused now on her target and too unwilling to give up hours of work.

[ 1/3 Tracked and killed any large prey animal with 4+ participants ]

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