Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

She felt so relieved that her mother had made the journey. Part of her had hoped that her father and siblings might have changed their minds, and caught up with her as well- but knowing the way her father was...It would not likely be the case.  She pressed up against her mother's chest and reached to place a few kisses on the underside of her chin, only to be shoved back a few feet by a push of her mother's muzzle. 

She was bewildered for a moment, until she understood. She heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. Right. Everything, with her mother, was training. "Hael og sæl," She moaned, begrudgingly. She caught a look from her mother and straightened up, squaring her stance and pushing her chest forward. In a much brighter tone, she repeated the phrase. "Hael og sæl!" She waited for a moment, before she exhaled and relaxed her posture. "Seriously, Mama, I promise you, I do it right when it is not you," she said, hoping her mother would not insist they roleplay the scenario, as they had many times before.