Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

The agouti beauty moved towards her with a walk that was impossible not to watch. Swaying hips and slender legs were irresistable to the silver woman. She blinked and looked away quickly.

It was time to focus on getting up, for Israel had inadvertantly turned this into a damsel in distress situation. The pretty maw slipped underneath her foreleg and she caught her breath at the contact. She used her other leg to hoist herself up, leaning on the other woman for support. Gingerly she stood on her hindlegs and with that, she was on her feet again.

"Thank you, miss..." she spoke bashfully, climbing carefully onto the snowy bank and facing the other, a little reluctant to abandon her ice skating venture.  "My name is Israel."