It wasn’t perfect, but it would keep the ice secure while he figured out his next steps. Standing back, he surveyed the frozen figure once more. The frosted surface made it impossible to identify the creature, and the distorted shadows within only fueled his curiosity. Was it some kind of wolf? Or something far stranger?
Henry rubbed his gloved hands together, staring at the block. The storm was fast approaching, and he needed to focus on preparing for the night. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to shake the image of that shadowy figure from his mind.