It's the little things

Her expectant gaze turned into a wolfish grin as Riva's paws struck the ice. The girl's moxie pleased her; she'd jumped onto the ice without hesitation and there weren't many wolves who would so readily leap into doing something that had hurt them once already.

In seconds, though, the girl began to have trouble. Her movements were frenzied as she tried to stay upright and Kanja, ever the gleeful spectator, simply watched when she could have pulled the girl back to shore. She laughed as she watched and bounced giddily on her front paws as Riva spun. After a few moments she doubled over and giggled until her sides ached.

Kanja had nearly gotten herself under control when the cry for help undid all of her hard word and she crumbled into a puddle of tears. By the time she managed to pull herself together, Kanja's sides ached as if she'd just run a marathon. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then eyed the distance that separated her from Riva. After all that laughing she probably owed it to the girl to help her.

She straightened and sniffed. Alright, it as time to show her out it was done.

Kanja leapt onto the ice, landing, this time, with cat-like grace. Her toes were splayed for traction and her legs were bent to lower her center of gravity. They still slid around, but her dignity was on the line now so she did her best to keep them in check. In seconds she was behind Riva and sliding closer. She rolled a shoulder forward, intent on ramming Riva in the butt with it and pushing her towards the tree she (Kanja) had been digging at not long ago.