Duskfire Glacier baby doll, you need some rock & roll

Maera's ears tilted back as she saw the confusion reflected on her father's eyes; had she pronounced it wrong? Maera had some troubles with her r's but she didn't think it was so bad that his father couldn't even undertstand. She opened her mouth to make a second attempt, her little tongue brushing over the roof of her mouth as she tried to roll the r. "Flau-werrrr" she barked again, giving a little growl-like sound at the end to emphasize the sound of the consonant.

Finally, Daddy seemed to decipher what she was trying to say, and with nothing more than a smile and a quick uhum she spun around to motion with her snout which way they should continue. In opposition to what Njal thought, Maera wasn't the most energetic of the bunch, she was a lazy bag of chuby-ness as far as she was concerned. The thing was she always had a little extra fuel stored in case an adventure like this presented itself.

After taking a couple of steps ahead, she craned her neck again to sniff over the ground. Nothing, she thought with her brow furrowed. Maybe Daddy had had some luck? The mini-copy of Tuwawi turned around her eyes sinking expectantly on her father's face."Whe' did it go?" she asked, wanting to get an explanation for the lack of flowers on their garden.