Broken Antler Fen if you were church, i'd get on my knees.

Bridget was ready to go. He grinned at her comment and was quick to follow when she suddenly took off onto the ice. It proved to be a bit sturdier than it looked, though I can't say he really paid any attention if it did creak or shift a bit as he went. He was too focused on beating Bridget to the ice piles. If he drowned in the process, that was an exciting enough death that he wouldn't mind it so much. As long as he left behind a good story.

He didn't slow when he reached the giant chunks of ice, instead leaping up onto the highest shelf he could reach. He landed with a laugh, though his smile slipped when he felt the pile shift beneath his paws. He crouched low, bracing himself on the ice and keeping as still as possible. There was no further movement, though he still could hear it creaking, threatening to shift again if he made a wrong move. That was the whole fun of it, though, so he merely straightened, wagged his tail, and looked over at Bridget to see what she was up to.