daddy issues

Family was not a concept lost to Jökull. Family consisted of six wolves, four of which had a nasty custom of stirring her awake. The other two were far more self-sufficient than she or her siblings. There was mother: preserver from cold winds, milk giver, supplier of love. And then there was one other. One that had no mammilla, and thus no milk. One that is distinctly male, always entering their habitation smelling of soil and arctic winds. She has come to determine that this male was part of their family, despite giving the babes no food. To make up for his lack of milk, he made up with his warmth. Jökull never got tired of Tuwawi, but she did like to switch it up from time to time. Njal was different. Intrinsically so, apparently.

Having spent most of her time with Tuwawi – nestled and suckling against her – Jökull took note of Njal's re-entrance. Raising her head, she chirped to her father and made attempts to move. Wriggling with wild abandon – most likely jarring all of her siblings awake – she squirmed her way over to Njal. Halfway there, Jökull was impeded by a great, toxic wind expelled from...Maera's behind. Friendly fire entered her nostrils. Jökull huffed and puffed, trying to displace the virulent smell from her nose. How dare she! Rude. Daddy would have to wait. Hopefully she will not asphyxiate first.