Duskfire Glacier through the looking glass

It was finally settling that this place would be their new home. There would be no more Leaf and no more Bazi...Just mom and dad a whole bunch of wolves she did not even know. Jökull liked it here; it was pleasing to the eye and very spacious. But the den was smaller than the one back at the Creek and she did not know anybody aside from her family. The resettlement felt more like a give or take situation: it was beautiful and sizable but also cramped and alien. Speaking of...why did they move on from Swiftcurrent Creek? That place had not been bad, really. It was not as roomy as the ice mass but it had been home. I'll find out later, I guess.

With a snort, Jökull rolled over onto her side to rest her head on Lárus. Instead, her chin hit the dry earth below. This does not feel like Lárus, she thought. Lazily, she opened one eye to see where he'd gone off to. Maybe he was snuggling with someone else? Looking around the den with squinted eyes, she noted the surprising absence of her pudgiest of kin. Where is he? Looking at the mouth of the den, she spotted the retreating hindquarters of a small animal. It slipped away from her peripheral view, hidden by dense shrub. Judging by the size and coloration of what she saw...Yeah, that's gotta be Lárus. But what was he up to?

Stretching, she rose to her feet and rushed out of the den. Lárus was nowhere to be seen so Jökull put her nose to work. Following his scent trail, Jökull stealthily moved through the field of flowers. Eventually, she caught a glimpse of him. He was standing beside what looked like a rotten tree. It was huge. Bigger than all four Sveijarn pups put together. It was like some big grand edifice just waiting to be pillaged. And she'd be damned if Lárus was going to step foot in it first!

Rushing through the flowers, she ran to Lárus as fast as she could. No doubt her cover was blown now, but at least she would catch him unawares. It was time for some good ole family bullying bonding.