Swiftcurrent Creek cake boss

Maera's protests egged Jökull on, limbs flailing this way and that in an attempt to run. Picturing herself to be an imperial, historied huntress on the chase, Jökull looked more like a half-witted fawn discovering she has legs. Wishing to see her sister in motion, she craned her head just so to take a peek at the galloping Maera. To her horror, Maera was nearly upon her already, and they have not even reached the mouth of the den yet! What witchery is this?! Being the biggest afforded her many luxuries, but speed was not one of them. Jökull did not want to lose at a game she herself initiated, so she pushed herself harder and faster than ever before. Eat my dust!