Swiftcurrent Creek cake boss

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.