If Josh wants an opportunity to do anything he suspects Reynard would disapprove of the now is the time. Once the riddle is said, the Winter spirit strokes his beard and peers off into the distance as he runs through his thoughts.

It sounds vaguely familiar. He knows he has an answer somewhere in the back of his mind. Partially unseen, invisible, hidden. A puppet? Thrice larger, though. A mountain? But lighter… And ancestry? It was something else? What could be larger yet lighter than the thing it's made of? Not something of stone, or wood…

After his long stretch of deliberation, Reynard grins, so sure of himself as he says, "An iceberg."