she's not gone yet but she's leaving

Caedes walked across the frozen pathway with a certain warranted scrutiny, his massive form cutting through the icy winds that whipped across the desolate ice. Was it stable enough? If not, he would have a very unpleasant swim ahead of him. But the brute wanted to see what herbs lie on the other side, so across the ice he went.

The ice bridge was a treacherous path, slick with frozen moisture and lined on both ends with ebony rocks smoothed by the freezing sea at some point. Caedes tread carefully, ears perked and eyes intent on his footing. Across the way he could see the dead volcano, now a bowl shape, and the dark spruce trees that were the only greenery to be seen during this time of year. Unless you knew where to look.