Another Day, More Snow & Ice!

"WHEEEE!" came the joyous cry somewhere up North. Found on The Frozen Field, was someone whom was clearly enjoying herself. From an eagle's eye view, you could see a small blue-ish black dot moving down at an angle, then going back up, only to move down again. Every now and then, that dot would move to a different area and do the same movements. If that eagle decided to land on the cold, hard ground covered in snow, it would see exactly what the dot was: a young-ish wolf, female, who had blue-ish black fur that seemed to have both colors moving in, out, and around each other. Her light ocean blue eyes twinkled merrily as she lightly huffed and puffed to reach the top of yet another grounded glacier. Surrounding her previous accomplishment, were at least three other small mountains of ice. Those three had melted slightly, due to the warmth her body had shared as she had slid down. The lines from her back left imprints on those blank glacier faces, hardening in place as the cold temperature refroze them. The lone female giggled at her mini accomplishments and then turned to face the ground below.
Her leg muscles were being trained as she tried to keep her balance at the top. Little did she realize she was helping her health by playing on the big iceburgs. Such things didn't come to her mind until later, when those muscles would ache and holler from lack of rest. For now, she shook her bottom, tail outstretched, and she stuck all four limbs straight out. Her stomach hit the ice with a soft oomph before she began to pick up speed. With widening eyes, she laughed loudly and said the infamous "WHEEEEEE!" as she got closer and closer to the ground. At the last minute, she took her hind legs and swept them under her belly. Eria kicked off near the bottom of the iceberg and did a front flip in the air.
In a curled up position, she rolled once - no, twice! - air bound before she fell into a waiting pile of snow. A loud SPLAT indicated her landing, sending snow everywhere in the process. The end result was Eria snugly set into the pile that was left. She began to uncurl herself and push up when she realized something: she was stuck. Her hind legs and tail were prominently displayed, standing firmly on the pile. The other half of her was stuck, deep in the pile of compacted snow. "Shoot!", she said in a muffled voice. Sighing in frustration, she started to push with her hind legs, but the snow had formed a brace around her. She had done it. She was stuck. Soft whimpering left her throat as her end half stood there, tail flicking in annoyance. How was she going to get out?!