Stavanger Bay Little Angels wrapped in fur

While her brother's scuffled, Ragna took a more pragmatic route. Bravely, she began to struggle forward, buffeted though she was by her mother's tongue. Still, she made her way gamely towards the greatest heat source. Warmth rolled from their mother in waves, and she cried out in glee when her nose bumped into her mother after her inches-long journey.

A great, amorphous form brushed over her, jostling her and eliciting meaningless squeals. She nosed, determined, at her mother, still crying out in hopes of receiving aid in her quest. One day she would be a great wolf and a strong one, but that day still waited far in the future. For now, she would need this help.