As he moved across the snowy landscape, Sleekwing felt like he was floating. Or flying, if the heather marks that adorned his sides were of any influence. His heart soared with glee and pride, absolutely elated at the turn of events that had occurred within Spirane. Of course the male had been most pleased when Malina had decided to make her home upon the mountain, and in her happiness at Rogue having joined her he felt contentment as well. Shortly thereafter his son, Los, had been brought to the mountain as well, stolen by Viora in her quest to fill the long vacant role of Spider. But even through all these good things, Sleekwing had long felt a certain hollowness within him. For so long he had craved a family of his own, a mate to stand at his side and children to climb atop him in their youngest days. He treasured Los, Mana, and Alcmene to the ends of the earth, but they had been raised by Malina and Rogue; he'd not even truly met them until they were already a year old. His desires for children to raise himself were not because he felt cheated out of the lives of his first three children. It was just an experience and joy he desperately craved to have for himself. And Malina had agreed to grant him this, to help him create a family as Sleekwing had done for her and Rogue.

Lean and limber legs pulled him across the snowy drifts of Moladion's free lands, with no particular destination in mind. He'd simply felt the need to celebrate, to run and cross distances and simply stretch out his legs. Malina had confirmed that she was pregnant, that they would be parents come spring. Together, they would raise these pups, at least to start with. Rogue had agreed to step back, to allow Sleekwing the prominent place within the litter's lives. It was still a complex situation, to be sure, and their children would be taught that while their mother and father were imprints, Malina had chosen another as her mate. Rogue would not be excluded from their lives, simply play a different role than she had within the lives of the first three.

Crisp winter air flooded Sleekwing's lungs as he loped along, skirting by the crags that were so often his go-to haven when he spent time away from the mountain. No, today he simply felt like running, as if he could scout every inch of Moladion for anything and everything and still not tire. Joy filled him to the brim, and this was his favorite way to expel such energy. Moving through the trees that created a thick barrier for Glorall, he turned north and continued on his way. Ears pricked forward attentively as he loped across the landscape, slowing only when he reached the frozen waters of the river that seperated the seaside pack from the plateaus of Diveen. Once safely across he picked up the pace again, drawn close to the frozen shores of the lake as he continued on his way.

Perhaps it was the flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, or the audible sound of ice cracking that called upon Sleekwing's attention. Whatever it was, his cobalt gaze shifted out over the lake just in time to see the form of a wolf all but vanish from its surface. His stomach dropped and every shred of joy he had felt mere moments before seemed to evaporate. Breath caught in his throat as his paws skid to a halt, eyes wide as he looked out across the lake, thinking for the briefest of moments that he must had imagined it. Ears pressed forward, straining as he searched the surface for some sign of what he dreaded was far from the creations of a wandering mind. And then he heard it, the splashing of water when liquid should be nothing but solid ice at this time of the year. Without another thought Sleekwing turned into the lake, stepping out onto the deadly ice that had only moments before sought to claim a wolf for itself.

Recklessly he made his way across the icy surface with all haste, spotting the dark opening in the lake where the wolf must have gone through. Even from a distance he could see the turbulence of the water - meaning whoever had gone through was fighting to return to the surface. Only as he came close to the deadly water's edge did his slow, spreading his paws as wide as possible while still progressing towards the opening. The ice groaned beneath him, threatening to take him as well, and he shifted towards where he suspected the water to be deepest - and therefore the ice still thickest, before fully approaching the hole. His eyes searched in a panic, hoping he was not too late, as he braced his forepaws wide at the precarious edge. Lowering his head to the water's surface he whined softly, almost as if to call the wolf back to the surface, begging whomever it was to keep fighting against the lake's cold grasp. He only hoped that the ice would hold and the lake would not claim them both.

Sleekwing couldn't be sure what body part came close enough to the surface for him to spy the motion of, but he did not hesitate when the flash of cream fur revealed her to him. His head darted forward, as if fishing, to submerge with the subzero waters. Pushing his head into the water stole the breath from his lungs and set his fur to stand on end. But his maw managed to grasp something solid - perhaps her ruff - and he heaved backwards. The ice groaned in protest, cracks threatening to split wide open and take him as well. Maybe it was the grace of his ancestors looking over his shoulder, or pure luck that saved them both, but the ice held and he was able to heave the shewolf from the deadly waters. His motion never ceased, back pedaling continuously no matter what happened. Adrenaline coursed through his body, demanding he drag her away from the danger that had clutched her within its grasps and get them both safely to shore no matter the cost.

Only when his paws were all upon the safety of snowy ground once more did his motion slow and then come to a stop. He released the girl, her sodden form sinking into the snow and he couldn't be sure if she was conscious or not. He tried to think of what to do, how to dry her off and warm her in the middle of winter. They were surrounded by ice and snow. The only warmth in the area was that which radiated through Sleekwing's own body, and so he dropped to the ground and wrapped himself as best he could around her, caring not for their proximity and only for doing what he could to save her life. He only hoped he had not been too late, or that his efforts would not be too little. Blue eyes rimmed in lavender frantically searched her over, seeking signs of life - was she even breathing? - as he tried his best to encircle her sodden form with his own, the heat from his body leeching into hers. Would it be enough?