Mallory and Jacob exchanged worried glances. “That’s insane, Tanner,” Mallory said, his voice laced with concern. “Those ice walls are unstable. One wrong move, and you’ll end up in the water, or worse.” Jacob nodded in agreement, his expression tense.
But Tanner was already moving, gathering fishing gear and ropes, his face set in grim resolve. His hands moved with purpose as he began fashioning a makeshift ice axe, tying the ropes to a couple of sturdy fishing hooks.