Oh, shit. Pretty sure by now the lady was addled in some way, Nate had the benefit for being braced for something to happen. Just maybe not this, exactly. He lurched forward to catch her, certain ancestors on both sides of his family tree would curse him for failing to impose himself as a gentleman otherwise.

Except even with half-decent feet, he was moving on ice. And Nate's balance was questionable enough before he traded two legs in for four, so probably no amount of practice was really going to solve that particular failing. When he stretched out to catch her, his center of gravity spun out. Along with the rest of him.

The she-wolf didn't hit the snowbank. And the most honor Nate could muster out of the situation was that he hit the ground hard and fast enough to not only bite bruises into his tongue, but also serve as a suitable cushion for the victorian dame with the weak ankles. Oof!

Struggling to force air back into his lungs, Nate wrangled a throbbing tongue, Y-ou... okay, Ma'-am? Yeah. Maybe he would just lay here. For a while. Forever.

Somewhere in the trees, Ko-Ga was laughing.