The male seemed to be willing to play along with her games, which the ghostlike wolf appreciated greatly. She laughed aloud as the wolf who had started the conversation much more properly and in mature fashion now laughed and apparently attempted to beat her ice-sliding skills. He then slid forth on his paws like she had seen him do before, but instead of staying on his feet, he dropped to his rump and slid almost all the way to her, drawing a peal of genuine laughter from the snow-tinted wolf. With careful balance, she managed to get to her paws again and wagged her tail, now proudly arched over her back. "Clearly, I am the superior ice-slider, sir," she told him in a mock-haughty tone. "But, I suppose, as a noble wolf, I cannot simply stake claim to my title without solid proof to back it up. Two out of three," she agreed, and stepped back with a gesture of her head to signal that he should go first this time.

"Unless, of course, you're too winded," she added mischievously, noticing the way the older male was panting even after such little exercise, his breaths billowing out from his maw and mixing with the air. Then, she took the jab a bit further, hoping to draw out a bit more competitiveness from him. "But I guess at your age, some wolves do tend to slow down quite a bit more than they would have in their younger years." However, she understood that Renier was not quite as old as she was insinuating - he actually wasn't very old at all. She waved her tail as she spoke, hoping that he would know that it was purely a joke and not meant to upset him or make him angry at all.

The ivory girl would have probably gotten off the ice by now, if she were alone, but her tactic to get the mood lighter had worked, and for the moment, she was not alone. So, she was content to play on the slick surface with the darker male; it was a nice change from the solitude she had experienced over the past few months. As the loner waited for Renier to take his turn, she couldn't help but think back to Neel and how he would have adored ice-sliding contests. However, she didn't feel remorse or sadness over the thought - no, instead, she was considering the fact that her littermate would probably want her to have fun and enjoy herself. So, she decided that she would do her best to do so.