The forest seemed different now, heavier somehow, as though the presence of the ice had shifted its balance. The occasional snap of a twig or the rustle of snow from an overhead branch made his pulse jump. But he pressed on, determination outweighing his unease.
By the time the lodge came into view, Henry’s legs burned from the effort, and sweat dripped down the back of his neck despite the freezing temperature. He paused to catch his breath, leaning on the sled’s handles and gazing at the ice.