Swiftcurrent Creek You Only Live Once

Though Valtýr was content to remain Jökull's snugly pillow for all of time, movement of from above stirred the firstborn again. The familiar scent of sweet heather and milk met his nubby nose, the strongest sense at the time, and he knew his mother had return to them. He squawked loudly, finally finding the strength to crawl from beneath his sister's broad head, and shuffled towards his dam's breast. He could hear her coo, and all at once the little prince knew everything was right in the world. Val pressed his face into Tuwawi's sooty fur, a breathed a little sigh of relief before falling back asleep.