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>Head toward the flames.

Clover peers at the lake suspiciously. “Grrrrrr… careful, pups. I don’t like this ice…” She picks up a chunk of icy snow nearby and tosses it onto the lake. It unceremoniously scatters across its surface.

“H-here, Clover, t-try with these! L-let’s see if there are any dangerous spots!” ‘Beatrice’ unzips her gym-bag and pulls out a box of ammunition. The wolf-girl’s eyes boggle at the absolutely insane amount of ammo she glimpses at in the bag, but she shakes off her shock. Clover takes the box and starts tossing pieces of brass onto the ice, a few at a time.

While the two girls throw bullets around randomly, a little way down the shore, Lorene drops to one knee, tilting her head to try to gauge the thickness of the ice. Fairly solid. She stands, then tentatively places her foot onto the lake, pushing down in order to test it a bit. ...Looked like it would hold their weight. When Clover notices the girl stepping out onto the lake, she rushes over, concerned.

“W-whoa, hold on, Lor-Lor!! T-that’s dangerous!! Y-you’re not a wolf, so you might fall in!!!”

The girl pauses for a moment, both feet firmly on the ice. …Nothing happens. Lorene looks back over her shoulder with a slightly smug smile. “You two coming?”