Goodbye Silvia

You trudge through the snow, carrying your clattering bounty. Eventually you reach the edge of a wide, slow river. You set aside your bones for a moment to kneel down and drink from the river. The water is freezing, but it still feels good going down, washing remnants of mammalian viscera from your teeth and palate. You consider bathing for a moment to clean the wolf off of yourself, but the water is much too cold for that. You also don't see any fish in the water as you stand back up and recollect your morbid belongings.

There are a few snow-covered fir trees nearby. The river goes on as far as you can see.

What now?