daddy issues

When Maera wiggled close, Njal lowered his head to watch as closely as he could. It still mystified him that something so tiny could do so many things. The little bundle of energy finally gave up her attempts when she was close enough to plop her head down. As soon as her face was planted upon his paw, he wiggled his toes—making her head bounce lightly up and down, left and right. Njal was curious about what sort of reaction his little daughter would have, and thus his attention drifted from the first-born for a moment.

It didn't last long though. Njal felt a strange wetness on his tail, and jerked his eyes around in time to see Jokull wrestling with the fluff that grew there. He was lucky she didn't have teeth yet. Carefully, the father reached over and grabbed Jokull—his mouth slipping around her muddle rather easily—and after a brief period of being airborne, the tiny glacier was deposited next to her sister. Following this, Njal administered a series of wet licks to both of his daughter's faces, trailing his affection over the dustier areas of their exposed backs as if to clean them.