Qeya River Vatican City

I swear he is usually more arrogant x,D

Goliath was tugged and nudged around the ice, and however much he disliked it, he had no other choice. The dark blue that resonated underneath the layer of ice only increased his fears. He had no fear of anything. He attacked swans, wolves, bears, and had been broken and crushed in multiple ways, alas, there was one exception: Drowning. 

His weight made him more susceptible to it. Considering his favourite past time other than murder was fishing, it was very ironic. He was an alright swimmer, but he could easily drown if a opponent would stand on him in deep water. The little wolf gave him some words of comfort (or warning), yet it only made him more unsure. Just to keep safe, he began paddling with his feet against the cold ice, just so that when he fell he would already have a head start.

Cracking had begun, and as his heart began to pound, the wolf head butted him away! Once again he spiralled across the sheet of ice, trying his best to keep a serious face of disappointment at the wolf, but it didn't give much impact as he was spinning around to another section of the lake, which was rather lighter. 

Yes, you save, but Ice is bitch. he pouted, he was rather glad to get back on to the safe, soft land where he could trust his legs. Water-walking was nothing for him, he would die on land.