Sun Mote Copse Giants shifting in their graves

Wraen watched Maia's descent from her icy throne attentively and jumped a little, when the idea went off the rails seconds after it's implementation in real life. Oh, crap! She almost followed, but restrained herself, because her side of the slope was not nearly as smooth, littered with protruding rocks, sticks and shards of ice. It did, however, make her way down easier, her paws having something to grab hold on. 

Once by her sister's side, she inspected her quickly, not entirely convinced by her cheerful laughter that she had ended up unharmed. But she was fine, therefore Wraen gave her an affectionate nuzzle between the ears and with a wagging tail sat down. "That's some ass-diving gig you did," she grinned at her. "I think that with a bit of practice and some polishing you can make a trade out of it, don't you think?" she teased her.