Swiftcurrent Creek cake boss

Soon the aspiring little baker was completely covered with mud, to the point it was hard to tell if she was still playing chef or had ditched the game to get a cleansing facial. Deep in the back of her mind she knew her dirty behavior would get her nothing more than a frown from mommy and a dreadful bath, still she kept kneading the worm filled dough with her paws until every little space between her fingers was covered in filth. And let me tell you, her cake was beginning to take a nice sphere-like shape when Jökull came along and destroyed Maera's culinary dreams.

Out of her three siblings, it was Jökull who held the top position on the red girl's heart. That was because Valtýr never seemed to want to play with her, and Lárus was seen more like a personal pillow than a potential accomplice, while Jökull was the perfect candidate to accompany in her adventures --of course if you learned to overlook the fact that she was the quartet's instigator and little miss bossy pants it could be fun to hang with the older Sveijarn.

However today was not the case.
As her oldest sister and closest friend threatened to squash her work of art a new and strange sensation appeared in the fire-kissed girl's body. Inside her belly the stomach acids had found a new way of making her feel utterly sick, something other than digestive juices broiled inside her: anger. An emotion she had only felt once or twice when Tuwawi refused to give her a second serving of retched meat or when Njal stopped her from chewing off Lárus' little ears with her newly discovered teeth.
She had felt anger but never like this.

The always laid back baby furrowed her brow and gave a loud stomp to show her complete disapproval at her sister's behavior, and with her tail lashing furiously allowed a booming, "NOOO!" to rupture the space between them. Then she curled her upper lip back as she had seen other angry wolves do so, and blew hot air out of her nostrils. All she wanted now was for Jökull to apologize for trying to ruin the cake Maera was making for mommy and sit quietly, if she did maybe, just maybe, she'd get a piece for good conduct.