bottle it up

This post is weird and I'm sorry for that. o_o

Jökull had been far too absorbed to notice that someone was approaching, but Bazi's entrance was not what one would call silent. It was almost as if she made her entrance known, tail sweeping over emerald grasses noisily. Deep down, the Sveijarn was grateful that the snowy she-wolf had not sneaked up on her. Sorrow – however unfounded – was draining enough as is.

Looking over her shoulder to inspect Bazi with one tearful eye, Jökull sniffed loudly at the woman's endearment of squish. Raising her paw, she wiped her tears on her arm before facing her superior. It was embarrassing being seen like this; raccoon eyes and all. Jökull wanted to be looked upon with reverence and fear, but all this gushing was not helping her image.

So, like some forlorn hobo coming to terms with the fact he'll never be rich, she quietly walked over to Bazi with her head and tail low. Seeking shelter in the space between her front legs, Jökull looked up at the sky and mumbled “why?” Bazi was sad too, so she wanted to know why...