Maera would've thought the reprimand given to her brother would've been enough to shut him up for a little longer; maybe just long enough for her to end her glorious dreams of mud and tall blades of grass that caressed her belly. Well she couldn't have been more wrong, just as she turned her back to the boy and nuzzled her pillow's (Larus) belly the sound of an angry volcano hissed next to her ear. She whipped her little head around to find her sister issuing a sharp warning to her.
What had ever happened to boys drool and girls rule?, she wondered as she ultimately accepted her sister's dominance with an apologetic whimper. She had been hurt her sister had sided with big bro instead of her but there was far more critical things to worry about.
The sound of voices outside the humble Sveijarn home intrigued the fire kissed girl, she lifted her head and cupped her ears towards the entrance, there were many wolves out there, since there was many different voices some she didn't even recognize. She blinked at the dim light entering the mouth of the den for a minute or two before deciding to do something about the racket.
She couldn't shush the adults, not after Jokull had scolded her so coldly. Slowly the redhaired girl lifted herself from the warm embrace of Larus' body and took a couple of steps towards the growing voices. She stopped a couple of footsteps behind the entrance and with the shadows still concealing her from their eyes she called out into the open, hoping for mommy or daddy to appear promptly.
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