Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

It was always so surprisingly easy to bond with the wolves of Brecheliant. From the beginning, it hadn't been as difficult to Eljay as it had often been to Redhawk Caldera wolves. Not all of them, of course; but some of his own family was among the more difficult to bond ones. With Brecheliant, it felt like it had never been difficult for him. This moment with Lilitu was another example of that. He smiled as the embrace ended and she then challenged him to a race rather quick.

Though he was relatively spry for his age, Eljay didn't stand a chance against someone as young as Lilitu, he knew. He wasn't exactly an athlete himself. Eljay agreed to the terms with a nod, and smirked at her with a challenging expression. Just because he didn't stand much of a proper chance didn't mean he wasn't going to give it his very best shot.

As Lilitu took off, so did Eljay — but not for very long before his paws slid out from underneath him and he slid across the ice. The fall itself hurt, but once he was sliding Eljay forgot all about it, just laughing joyfully — and never quite reaching the log himself, though the slide took him quite a way there.