It was an odd night that not a cloud shrouded the sky. Instead of winter grey the night was blacker than the abyss, dotted by stars that seemed to gleam yellow midst a monochromatic world. Though they could only be seen far and few between, blocked by the Cedars that shot into the sky arrow-straight, their presence was known by the faint glow behind the eclipse of the tree-tops that reflected in her amber eyes as she surveyed the scene.

Though her love had come to her many times, she herself had rarely wandered in the direction of Grizzly Hollow's pack lands. It was not that she lacked initiative, but gall - for she was rather unfamiliar of the pack in comparison to the River Wolves, or her Poisoned former family, and she didn't even know where the lines were in order for her to avoid crossing them. And yet, in the oddest turn of events, she was not finally waltzing among the trunks of the Cedarwood for her silver-eyed lover. Rather she had followed the run off from the Falls, expecting nothing but stumbling instead across a winter delight hidden from view beyond a wall of rocks. It was a quaint pool collected from the spillage, possibly a spot to fish in the summer, but transformed by the winter winds into a sheet of glass-like ice.

It'd been cold for too many nights in a row for Ava to fear the layer of freeze would not hold her weight; and after all, it was a relatively small pool. The black she-wolf descended the path of rocks with a subtle confidence, moving slowly but with ease to the edge. She placed a leathery pad upon the snow-dusted surface and leaned forward. A moment passed with nothing but silence, and she placed the other forepaw beside the first. Still nothing. Then she brought forward her right hind leg, crouching in order to get the right distance and slid her rear paw on the frosted surface. With yet again the absence of any ice-splintering type noises a grin shattered her concentrated visage and she pushed off the stone with her last leg to go sliding across the surface of the ice like a puck on a rink.

For a moment she closed her eyes and felt the air comb through the fur on her cheeks, grinning like a child while her claws made designs in her path. Only when she came to a graceful stop halfway across the arena did she let her amber gaze be seen again. The stupid smile broke to release a fit of giddy laughter. Well, if sleeping wasn't on her agenda tonight then Ava decided this was a more than acceptable alternative - and with an added snicker, kicked her heel behind her to go dancing back to the other side.

Ava was alerted to the stranger's presence first by her scent, followed almost immediately by the quiet clack of nail meeting ice. Silently she swung her dark head around to match the female's amber gaze with her own, two fires blazing from yards away - for now. The rogue watched quietly as the brown-furred female approached, smelling the caution in the air and taking note of her tentative steps. She moved as though it were glass that held their reflections, and immediately took interest to her mannerism. It was appreciated, a reminder of common etiquette. Wolves of the Lore were often more forward than one would expect loners to be.

And yet her formality, appreciated as it was, did not suit to the lean-legged female's tastes for the night. Slowly a grin stretched across her maw, pale teeth reflecting the moonlight that streamed through the canopies. Her honey-hued eyes shined with something mischievous as she turned her body facing the other forward. Though her gesture was aggressive, it was far from threatening. Her ears perked forward, her tail held neutral though it swayed without hesitation. In case there was yet apprehension held within the other she-wolf's chest Ava lifted her head and yipped across the ice, an invitation to sever any intimidation that might bind the female to be polite.

Then she pushed off her hing legs, the front of her body low with her forelegs pressed against the frozen surface. Her fur became slick with snow and she accelerated quickly, finally pushing off after an odd yard or two of gaining velocity. As she sailed Ava attempted to right herself slowly, though her sea-legs were considerably poor and every slight movement of hers sent her body swirling off in a different direction. All the while her face never faltered, genuinely excitable with the most childish of play. When she came to a halt near the western rock edge she tossed her head over shoulder to view the nomad's reaction to her antics, amber eyes still gleaming. Won't you dance with me?