Swiftcurrent Creek not so secret agent

A deep, guttural sound tore her from Tuwawi's teat. Maera's wanderlust slipped by her completely unnoticed, but that sound did not. Jökull was not her sister's keeper. As a matter of fact, she insisted that she go out and explore a little. Never too far, though. Just close enough to where mommy could easily snatch one of them up if she wanted to. Jökull felt safer knowing that they were within mommy's reach. Now, however...panic settled within her breast. Her heart thundered wildly at the thought of her sister not in mother's immediate vicinity.

To the rescue! Wrestling away from her brothers' resting forms, she galloped heroically towards the den mouth. Halfway there, she fell flat on her face. Ow. Face begrimed with dirt, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she righted herself and kept going, carefully 'running' with calculated steps. Rushing outside – the sun overhead momentarily blinding her – she observed the scene with squinted eyes. Maera was a ways off, but not too far. More importantly, she was unharmed. Good. So, what was growling just now?! All too quickly, her baby blue eyes landed upon a white wolf laying. Right. Beside. Her.

Jökull would have peed herself in fear were it not for her pride.