Big Salmon Lake these are the days

If her giggles weren't bad enough at her own ice-made failures, seeing Spica make her own parallel spills really sealed her right into a fit of it. She awkwardly tried to pick herself up eventually, but not without much rush now that her sister had won. Her laughter had started to die down but not without her own panting in-between, over the rush and the laughing, it was just a lot--and she was all too happy about it.

Snickering, she barked back first to say: Suuuure, but that's just this time, to accept her sister's win with a big nod and swipe of her own paw into the air. But did you see us?? she giggled again. How silly. Do y'wanna keep exploring the edge some more? she asked as she started to make her way off the ice to enjoy some solid ground with grip. After the race and all that spillage, she could take a little break from it. More than anything, she was in no hurry to go back to the boring plains. There was always much more to see.