Jökull was fascinated by the sharp things sprouting from her gums. Confessedly, all of them were, but Jökull has seen firsthand the demolition these little daggers wrought. Her soiree with Leaf had proved to be...most interesting. She learned what she was that day. Okay, so she knew she was a wolf all along, but not what they do. Safe to say, she knows what they do now; how they live, how they thrive. Jökull would come to embrace her ancestry. In time.

As for the present, she was content sleeping, eating, drinking and...I guess one could say pillaging. Poor Lárus received the brunt of her ransacking. Valtýr did as well, but he was not afraid to raise his own teeth on her cruel sister. And Maera? Well, she rarely went above and beyond as she did with Lárus when it came to her ruddy sibling. If she ever bared her teeth to her sister, Maera replied with a certain carefreeness that subdued the dominant Jökull. Lárus and Valtýr could learn a thing or two from Maera. To be spared of Jökull's teeth? Who wouldn't want that? Hell, not even mommy or daddy was relieved!

As with all things, when a rustling sound could be heard, Jökull was there to investigate. Or she would have been were it not for the tussling earlier today. Opening one eye, she looked at her devil-may-care relative attacking what appeared to be...was that a pile of dirt? Stretching and yawning, Jökull rose to her feet and waddled over to Maera. Stopping, she watched her sis try her paw at culinary art. What she saw did not look much like a cake. Just a mound. A very tempting mound. Without so much as a second thought, Jökull jumped. She must topple that dirt-cake. She simply must.

Rather than demolishing the cake completely, Jökull toppled over but a sizable chunk. Delight raced through her like lightning. However, it was short lived. Maera screamed, rage unmistakable in every letter of her lament. Going stock still, Jökull ceased her ruinous rampage to look at her sister. Maera released a brutish exhalation accompanied by a curl of the lip; one lone tooth visible for all the world to see. Uh oh.

Maera was not a creature of aggression or plenteous ascendency. Actually, she could remember but one other time where Maera was as incensed as she is presently. The Tuwawi incarnate displayed nothing besides burning hatred, so Jökull knew she has royally messed up. Self-reproach sneaked up and bit her in the bum, stricken at having hurt her sister so. So instead of straight-out challenging her female sibling, Jökull lowered her head and backed away from Maera's terrene confection. Dearest sister would receive no spoken apology, but her regret was sent purely through Jökull's actions.

She expressed regret and submission because she valued her sister's favor. Namely because Jökull was none too keen on being an overpowered outcast of the bunch. The biggest Sveijarn thrived on the connection they shared, even as it continued to bloom outside the womb. Really, Jökull felt she would be nothing were it not for her family. She did not want to blemish or – God forbid – sever this dependence of frost and flame. Maybe she was just...over analyzing things. After all, Maera's creation was an inedible dirt cake.

As the flame inspected her piece, Jökull sat haphazardly and waited. Maera sought to repair the damage the tyrannical Jökull wrought. While her own interests lied in activities outside of Maera's artistic (and adroit) cookery, she could not help but watch the cake become whole once more. There. All better. Maybe a little lopsided, but it was no less tantalizing...Jökull wanted to tackle it into nonexistence like before, but she knew that would upset sis.

Summoned, Jökull rose to her feet and waddled over to Maera. Dry dust caked her bum, but it did not bother her. What did bother her, however, was Maera's warning glare. Internalizing her upset, she gazed upon Maera's creation in all its delicious glory. Mommy will definitely eat this! By looks alone, it was appetizing...

Drawn into Maera's prod, Jökull faced her sister more fully and barked. Now was the time for play! Trying to nip Maera (anywhere would do), the gunmetal Sveijarn jerked away just as quickly, screaming, “Yous it!”

While Maera's patience had run dry, the love she felt for her sister overflowed from her heart. Flooding her entire being with a feeling of enchantment and admiration for her older sister. She was bossy at times, yes, but she was her frosty hero and Maera her fiery side-kick. While she tapped her sister in the head she couldn't resist planting a wet kiss on her crown. It was not common for the smaller girl to show affection in forms of kisses to her siblings, but Jökull deserved it.

She didn't see that her short lived role as boss had upset her silver sister. She was now to busy watching her sister carefully waiting for her to decide what game they would play, her little tail wagged wildly as she returned her sister's happy yap. Even if she had been looking at her closely her nip caught her off guard. She pulled her front leg away, ow, and followed the fleeing Jökull with her eyes. Maera lips pursed as she took off after Jo, she didn't like the feeling of being it.

"JUU!" she called after her, even if she knew that her sister would not stop. She'd have to catch her, but her little legs couldn't seem to be able to catch up with her. "om 'ere", she barked as she tried to speed up.

Maera's protests egged Jökull on, limbs flailing this way and that in an attempt to run. Picturing herself to be an imperial, historied huntress on the chase, Jökull looked more like a half-witted fawn discovering she has legs. Wishing to see her sister in motion, she craned her head just so to take a peek at the galloping Maera. To her horror, Maera was nearly upon her already, and they have not even reached the mouth of the den yet! What witchery is this?! Being the biggest afforded her many luxuries, but speed was not one of them. Jökull did not want to lose at a game she herself initiated, so she pushed herself harder and faster than ever before. Eat my dust!

Maera pressed on, moving her stubby legs with all her might. Still her furious gallop wasn't enough to catch her sister. She was about to give up,until she saw her sis's face turn to her. That simple gesture was enought to boost the lazy flame and push her to continue in her persuit.

Happy yaps erupted from her throat as she realized that the distance between her sister's bum had been reduced. She was cathcing up! It was incredible that the pup who had once been fearful to take a single step was now up and running like that.

It was closer now.
She snapped her maw blindly, hoping to get her tiny daggers in her sister's bum though she was lucky her teeth didn't reach their target. Still she didn't resign. She lunged forward with a last effort of her hind legs, letting out a screeching battle cry while in mid-air, "JUUU-UUU"

Puppy feet pounded against the earth, sending dust this way and that. Mommy would have to give them a bath after this, but Jökull was more concerned about her sister riding her heels. “EEEEE!” screamed she, pink paw pads brushing against the fur on Maera's chest. She was close now, nearly upon her. Adrenaline kicked in just as Maera pounced, releasing what was probably a triumphant roar. “AHHH!” Near hysterical with elation, Jökull tried to bound out of Maera's grasp, but it was too late.

“Nnnnnnnnooooo...” A defeated groan slipped past her open mouth, twisting her head to look at sis. It was uncomfortable, but not impossible. Taking in the short-winded display of her capturer, she noticed that Maera had managed to wrap her front limbs around her hips, pinning her hind end to the ground. However, the other half of her body was unrestrained...Wiggling her butt, she tried to slip free of Maera's grasp. If she did not let go, she was in for a wild ride.

The sisters' hot persuit was coming to an end as Maera pounced on the older sibling, she managed to awkwardly wrap her front legs arund her sister's waist, bringing her down momentarily. While Maera might've thought that'd be the end of it, Jokull was not ready to give in.

Her unfortunate crash and burn was not enough to discourage her from fleeing, and though it was technically Maera's turn to run, the ashen babe continued to buck and kick like a wild bull trying to rid herself of the parasite that Maera had become.

The fiery baby clinged to her sister and nibbled her back as Jokull tried to wriggle herslef free. However her legs began to loose their grip on her sister's hips and slowly she felt her sis slip away like water between her fingers. She squealed in frustration when Jokull broke free and pouted as she watched how she tauntingly walked away.

Maera narrowed her eyes and stared at the little Houdini stand triumphantly in front of her. An exaggerated sigh left her mouth until she remembered that according to th game's regulations she was now the chasee instead of the chaser."Get me!", she screamed happily while pulling herself from her paws and taking off in the opposite direction, where her cake still laid cooling off after being taken from the oven

A few brief seconds slipped on by where Jökull openly gloated. She had escaped her sister's grasp. That along was worthy of celebration. Maera's squeal of frustration only enlivened Jökull's triumphant revelry. The larger Sveijarn's face was twisted into a wide grin. She had lost but had also won. What are the odds!

Jökull could be pigheaded when it came to taking turns. She was greedy when having fun, but she would chase Maera because...well, Maera was her best friend and her favored sibling. It was only because of the love she had for this flame cloaked girl that Jökull would go out of her way to make exceptions. The closeness they shared – would it last a life time? Such heavy pondering was too much for the north blood. Now was not the place nor the time.

Once Maera spun around, Jökull was on her heels...Well, not literally. She was kinda breathless having escaped Maera's grasp; she did not have enough time to really take a breather. Despite knowing this, Jökull was not about to leave her relative unattended. With gaping jowls and flapping gums, Jökull galloped after Maera in attempts to pin her.

For all her haughty ministrations, Jökull did not have as much energy as a full grown wolf. Yes, she chased Maera around the den, but she noticed how her sister kept slipping farther and farther away. It was not long before Jökull gave up. Plopping down onto the dusty earth, Jökull closed her eyes and took a deep breath...and quickly fell asleep.

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