Qeya River Vatican City

Goliath enthusiastically began to walk on the ice, trying to spread out his paws as much as possible - like Anwyl said, only to end up slipping and falling chin first on the hard ice. It didn't crack, luckily, but only from sheer luck of hitting a spot with stone underneath. He grunted, and tried to pick himself back up, only to slip once more, yet this time, in the direction of his destination. He was rather confused, and tried keeping himself at least for a single second still.

His instinct got over his stupidity, and he was able to keep himself balanced, sadly, he was stupid enough to move faster, where he would fall on his backside, and began to spin.

His weight caused him to slide, however, and he kept on sliding till he passed the point where Anywl was waiting. He shot a worried glance at the wolf teaching him of the ice-walking, and continued to spin deeper into the center of the lake. He was taught one word that was rather fitting to the situation. Shit. he stated, and spiraled to a stop at the center, where the ice felt as thin as paper. 

Scared to move, he kept himself flat across the ice, and hoped for some advice to get out of this mess he caught himself in.