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A few brief seconds slipped on by where Jökull openly gloated. She had escaped her sister's grasp. That along was worthy of celebration. Maera's squeal of frustration only enlivened Jökull's triumphant revelry. The larger Sveijarn's face was twisted into a wide grin. She had lost but had also won. What are the odds!

Jökull could be pigheaded when it came to taking turns. She was greedy when having fun, but she would chase Maera because...well, Maera was her best friend and her favored sibling. It was only because of the love she had for this flame cloaked girl that Jökull would go out of her way to make exceptions. The closeness they shared – would it last a life time? Such heavy pondering was too much for the north blood. Now was not the place nor the time.

Once Maera spun around, Jökull was on her heels...Well, not literally. She was kinda breathless having escaped Maera's grasp; she did not have enough time to really take a breather. Despite knowing this, Jökull was not about to leave her relative unattended. With gaping jowls and flapping gums, Jökull galloped after Maera in attempts to pin her.

For all her haughty ministrations, Jökull did not have as much energy as a full grown wolf. Yes, she chased Maera around the den, but she noticed how her sister kept slipping farther and farther away. It was not long before Jökull gave up. Plopping down onto the dusty earth, Jökull closed her eyes and took a deep breath...and quickly fell asleep.

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