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Hydra grinned proudly at his words, her tail waving. While normally Hydra was not the thinker of the grop—and even that moment had required little thought on her part—she felt good that he thought so. Her ears pricked forward and she watched him step backward and slip, and gasped as he fell. Hydra once again drew near to him, mindful of the ice. She was no medic at all, and so could not know if he was injured beyond repair or anything of that sort. You okay? Hydra thought to ask when he righted himself... and then she swept snow over the patch of ice he had slipped upon, thinking that might give it more traction. 

Ice can be fun, but it can also be bullshit, she said with a little grin. Lemme show you, Hydra turned and darted away from the spooky fish and Rian, and began to sweep snow away where it was hardly there to begin with. The ice, she inspected, was still incredibly sturdy and so safe. While she wasn't an expert there were no telltale groans or cracks to be heard... and so Hydra felt alright. She went on this way for a little while until there was a decently sized circle, and once this was done Hydra stepped upon the snow and squinted at the ice. She hoped her long limbs wouldn't fail her now, but who knew? 

She took several steps backward before she bounded toward the ice and let herself slide gracefully upon it. Whatever way she leaned she slid, and when she turned and curled inward tightly she was able to do two little spins. Dizzied by that, as she always was, Hydra managed to misstep and slip herself. She fell onto her side and continued to slide and spin a bit, but laughed and echoed his sentiment: Ice is bullshit!