Shir rounded the bend and spun to a halt, the blades of her skates throwing up a glittering spray. The cleared river ice had come to an end, and before her spread a wide white blanket of snow, with no sign of any living thing.
“Maggie, come!” she yelled again, fighting down anxiety.
The dog crawled out of the snow ahead, her tail between her legs, and Shir sighed a white cloud of relief.
“If you had gotten yourself drowned because of a stupid rabbit, I would never have forgiven you.”