daddy issues

Daddy was a wizard, too; picking her up and placing her down beside the warm plushness Jökull identified as Maera. Her sister received her adequately, pleasing the eldest. Jökull made movements to hush her sister, knowing she wanted to play. Then Njal's tongue suddenly came into the equation. Oh. His tongue was not as tender as Tuwawi's, but it was no less loving. It felt different, slicking down her fluff with languid licks. Jökull basked in his attentions, patient as he went from one daughter to the next.

Up until Maera threw a tantrum. Sis wanted to play. Jökull needn't speak to understand that much. Maybe there was some unspoken understanding between Jökull and her siblings...or maybe that is just how pups are?

Unable to think on it beyond that, Jökull lifted her heavy head and put it on Njal's paw. Momentarily admiring the flexing tendons there, she slid her head down his long, ginormous digits, mouth resting before one long claw. Taking it within her mouth, she instinctively suckled on it at first, but then she remembered Maera wanted to play, so Jökull pulled. She pulled with all her might while backpedaling (or trying to) towards her cerise sister.

Jökull was spurred on by Maera's yips and movements. She is the heart of this endeavor. Jökull was just the muscle.