Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

just a step, nothing so dangerous as all that - she giggles to herself, picturing the cut of weetzie's frown should he see this! - the paws of her dainty red feet slip against the ice but she keeps standing. ah, see, it isn't so hard - just glide forward a little, just dance across the ice -- when the foreign cry of another takes her by surprise. a yelp escapes her as the starlet trips over her own paws, scrabbling against the ice for purchase that doesn't come until her side meets glacier quickly-unpleasantly with a snapped crkk. 

"oh oh," wb says, tilted into a wince, "give a girl a li'l warnin' next time." she slips hazardously, trying to get on top of her paws, and it's clear her coat's not the only red on the ice, her leg torn by a hard edge. with a shaking voice she calls, grin touched by anxiety, "gimme a paw, mr. surprise-her!"