As he reached the clearing by his lodge, he maneuvered the sled to the shaded side of the porch. Using every ounce of strength, he tipped the block onto the snow and covered it with a tarp for protection. The cold would keep it from melting while he figured out his next move.
He stood back for a moment, hands on his hips, staring at the hulking form encased in the ice. The frost still clung to the inner surface, making it impossible to discern exactly what kind of creature he was dealing with. “Whatever you are,” he muttered, “you’re not staying out here alone for long.”