Glacier was lying on the ground just outside of her den, taking in the mid-morning sun. Zarro, who had been off hunting somewhere, returned to the den with a large rabbit in his mouth. Glacier rolled over to face Zarro and yipped happily. "Hey handsome," she said playfully. "Hi, gorgeous," Zarro responded. "How is everyone?" Glacier chuckled. "Everyone is just fine," she said, standing up. "Wanna go to the beach? I think a few other wolves are there." Zarro nuzzled Glacier, and said, "Are you sure you can make it all the way over to the beach?" "Zarro darling, you don't need to worry about me so much. I will be fine. Come on, let's go!" Glacier bounded through the forest in the direction of the beach. Zarro followed closely behind. Right as the ground beneath her paws changed from most soil to sand, Glacier felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She yelped, tripped over her paws and fell face-first into the sand. Zarro raced over to her. "Glacier! Are you ok!?" "Yes.....I just tripped, I'm fine." Zarro helped Glacier to her feet. "You sure?" He said, eyeing her with suspicion. "Yes. I'm sure. Let's go say hi to the others!" She bounded up to Iora. "Hi!" she said in a friendly voice.
(Sure! That would be great!)