Bearusk padded through the frozen plants and trees around him, coming to a creak. He looked at the water, and judged it was unstable. Still, he padded over. He stopped, pawing at it. The creak rippled for about a minute and a half, and eventually Bearusk bent down to lap up the water. Even though it was cold, it was refreshing. He looked up. If ever to be a pack hear, we would be the Frozen Howling Pack.