Hazel glides across the ice with her winter guide with all the grace of a falling leaf turning in the wind. Being able to move has always been one of her more favorite activities and ice skating definitely falls into that category.

She won't quite let go of Reynard's hand yet, though it isn't for something to keep her balance anymore. Staying tethered to him is less a matter of necessity than it is enjoying his company. Hazel turns then, skating backwards and giving Reynard a slightly knowing look that says she knows exactly what that was but already there's a smile tugging at her face and she shakes her head before turning back so she can see where they're skating once more.

"I begrudgingly admit that I'm enjoying what it's lead to, if nothing else."