Verglas

Aware that she was on both literal and metaphorical shaky ground, Verglas was uncharacteristically silent for the next leg of the trip. She found a way to wedge herself in uncomfortably behind someone's saddle, and endeavoured to make herself as un-troublesome as possible.

As the group paused outside the hunter's cottage, she observed the light in the window but the absence of smoke from a chimney, and didn't know what to make of the combination.