Big Salmon Lake standing on rubber

The little trickster still didn't notice Fox as she lightly tested the ice. Cautiously she stepped on. Nothing. Then she began to walk a little, heading towards the center of the lake quickly. She paused, still about a dozen yards away from the middle. Crrrr Cra- Crack- Crrrr.... She ice made small sounds as small lines raced through it. She giggled maniacally as she sped back towards the shore, the sound of fragmenting ice motivating her. When she was about a yard from the shore she leapt and skidded into the snow. As she leapt she had put too much weight into her hind legs, and just as she reached the shore a small hole opened up as some ice cracked. The weight she had put on it had made it fly into the air and then land on more ice. None of the cracked ice would move... Unless something made it move. It was not the whole lake that was cracked, mostly just a little area she'd walked on. Hopefully nothing else would crack off.