Iromar might have held a variety of wolves, but he was not among those who would eat another. At least not because he could. Would he? No... Beltran was not the sort to make a meal of another wolf. He watched her in silence as she huffed and showed her teeth. It did not deter him though. He simply nodded when she finally stopped trying to get herself out. He planted his paws firmly, lowering himself a bit and reaching out to grab her.

Beltran wasn't going to grab her scruff like he might a pup, that would just be more embarrassing, he felt. So, he got hold of her off to the side a bit, grabbing as gently as he could fur and flesh that he could give her a good pull to get at least her front paws onto the snow and more solid ground, and most importantly off the ice.

He gave one firm pull, just enough to get here where she needed without making her feel completely inept in removing herself from the ice. Once he was certain she was no longer ice bound, Beltran let go and offered a small smile. "See, that wasn't so bad..." he managed to say, "Names Beltran, by the way." He figured might as well introduce himself to the lady he had just assisted, even if she was a bit brusque. He wanted to ask what she was doing out on the ice, though he imagined that might end with another sharp, unpleasant statement.