Swiftcurrent Creek momentum

Content with a fully belly after her gigantic meal, Durnehviir was more than happy to snooze the afternoon away. She lay sprawled at her mother's side, snoring quietly and twitching her tiny ivory toes as she dreamed of pursuing that stray feather she'd seen at the corner of the den that morning. She'd tried to go to it, but her dam had retrieved her time and time again before ultimately, she gave up and snuggled down beside her siblings to map after breakfast.

She was entirely unaware of Relonikiv emptying his bowls nearby, though her little noise twitched in her sleep as she inhaled the offensive odour that accompanied him. Durnehviir rolled over to her other side and made to curl closer to her mother, only to find that she was not there. Blinking her stormy eyes open, the girl looked up and across the den in search of her, to find a stranger had arrived and settled nearby. This was one she did not recognise, but she knew his scent, and visitors came and went so often that fear was not something she experienced when an unknown wolf dipped in to say hello.

Paarthurnax soon returned, much to her daughter's delight, and when she sank to the den for beside her, Durnehviir mewled softly in request for soothing. Her mother kissed her little back and, comforted at once by the touch, scored forward and muzzled among the adult's snowy undersides to snooze once more.