Duskfire Glacier diamonds are a girl's best friend

Jökull was always snuggled up against somebody. Preferred it that way, resting her heavy head down on someone after a long day of exploring, sharing in their warmth and fondness should he or she were willing to give or receive. She was starting to become aware of how much she relished preening/being cleaned. Not that she had anything against being dirty. She just...liked the sensation of her tongue gliding against fur.
        The only drawback? Fur balls. Yuck.
        A pointed sound drew her away from dreams of cleanliness. Opening her eyes, she lazily rolled away from her brothers to get up and stretch. She did this for quite some time, pacing to the mouth of the den to analyze whatever was going on outside. Maera had her nose to the earth, sniffling and snorting. Was she looking for something?
         “Mae,” she droned to draw her sister's attention away. “Wha are you doin'?”