Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

It had come to her recent attention that though she knew Maia fairly well, she knew next to nothing about the woman's mate and father of their children. Lilitu was disturbed by this—granted, there had been some mitigating circumstances—and, thus, she decided to do something about it.

Loosing a howl for @Eljay that sent both sound and frost-fog billowing into the air, she entered the Flooded Forest, which had captured her fancy as of late.

In warmer weather, this place would be boggier than the rest of the fen, filled with pesky mosquitoes and swampy, muddy water up to the knees, if not higher. 

Frozen as it was, it now presented gleaming, snow-dusted pathways of ice through the trees, and it was upon these that Lilitu strode and slid to her heart's delight. She hadn't gone quite fast enough to crash into anything yet (though there had been some close calls) and it was an even, steady skating pace she employed today, the surface a tantalizing sleek cold against her paw pads.

Delighted, until she hit a patch that hadn't quite frozen and her paw went through, sinking into the bog water beneath. 

Oh, yuck, she spat, backing up and shaking out the soaked limb, face contorted in disgust.