Duskfire Glacier through the looking glass

@Lárus

Lárus obeyed without further demand. Jökull was satiated by his uncomfortable compliance, though the emotion did not dawn upon her immature features. Moving to make room for her brother, Jökull tried to maneuver herself to lead, but before she could do that, everything went black. Lárus hollered like the scared-y wolf he was, right into her ear. “Oww!” she snapped, ears ringing. Face contorting into an ugly snarl, she tried to snap onto Lárus' snout to shut him up. Whether she found purchase or not did not matter – the mere sound of her displeasure should be enough to silence him.

“Are yew sewious?” A note of exasperation and embarrassment. His butt had somehow managed to get stuck in the entrance! It was like his entire bum decided to eclipse the sun. Even now, as she moved to accommodate him, no light trickled through. The darkness did not bother Jökull as much as the snugness of the root in which they entered...Okay, so the blackness didn't help, but at least she was not crying about it! Yet.

Lurching past her brother's front end to tackle the wood that was snug around his hips, Jökull used the flat of her skull as a sort of battering ram. The wood gave way immediately. Warm noon light came shining through, lighting their path to ad ven toor. “I saved yous butt. You is welcome. Now less go.” They have wasted enough time (and energy) doing nothing. It was time to reveal the enigma of this aged, rotten tree.