Swiftcurrent Creek goodbye to you

Roused from Tuwawi's movement, Jökull yipped softly and rolled over onto her front. Sleepy eyes noticed the dimness illuminating not only her brothers and sister, but her parents as well. Jökull liked getting up in the morning, but she could tell something was not quite right with this picture. Whatever percolated just beyond their understanding was coming to a head.

What with the absence of both Njal and Tuwawi these past weeks, the small tyrant picked up on her mother's apprehension. It was tangible to Jökull, even if made apparent by daddy's soothing croon. Valtýr, however, was clueless, sticking to the den's earthen structure uneasily. As soon as he cried out for mommy, a rather sharp, impertinent 'shhh' resounded from deep in the den. Maera wanted to sleep, and baby brother was disrupting that.

Jökull liked her spunk, but deemed it inappropriate giving what was going on. Abruptly coming to a stand, she rushed at Maera with a loud snarl and bared teeth. Fueled by the electricity in the damp morning air, the largest Sveijarn was in no mood for infighting and impolite demands...despite handing them out herself. Hovering over her sister's prone form, she snorted distastefully before turning on her. There was no point in admonishing Maera. Something was going to happen today, and Jökull thought it best to stay her fangs; conserve energy.

Padding over to Valtýr, she shook the stiffness out of her muscles and joined him at his side. Lingering close, she shared in her brother's body heat. Voicelessly offering some reassurance whereas Maera had offered none.