After being on the move for so long it was difficult for Castiel to stay in one place without feeling somewhat agitated, like he just had to go somewhere. He knew Morganna wanted him to rest, but his mind was a whirlwind without the ability to lose himself in some form of exploration. That was how the rugged male found himself on the edge of the lagoon. He stared down at the frozen body of water for a few moments before gently making his way onto it, legs splaying sideways so as to better keep his balance. This act of certain stupidity would definitely keep his mind occupied for at least a short while.
He shuffled further inwards along the ice, but stayed within easy reach of the safety of the banks just in case the ice began to crack underneath his heavy weight. While he was a curious wolf, he was certainly not naive. After gaining some sense of composure, the rugged male straightened his legs so he was no longer crouching, and slowly turned in half circles as he wandered along the ice. Pale gold eyes shifted from watching where he placed his feet to surveying the cedarwood trees encroaching on the lagoon's bank. It was peaceful, or rather, as peaceful as it could be with him so close to certain death, but with it being so far into winter he was not worried about the ice being thin enough to guarantee him falling in. Nevertheless, it would be foolish of him to completely take that turn of events out of the equation. Humming softly under his breath, Castiel turned his face up towards the sky, letting the weak sun shine down on him. He would stay like this just a little longer then go do something productive, and after that, he was not sure where his paws would lead him.