Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

Though she might not have had the muscle built up for such an arduous journey she certainly had enough cocky confidence, and yearling energy to make up for it. (she might have had more if they ate better, but being that the girl wasn't the most experienced hunter she had no business complaining) That, coupled with a disdain for complaints certainly made Sigrún a ticking time bomb. Either she'd survive it, or she'd drop from exhaustion. It couldn't be helped, and she couldn't be bothered to care either way.

She met her aunt's growl with the slight dip and turn of her head, hinting at mischief though she decided against it. "Loser finds dinner?"

Sigrún rolled her eyes and huffed at the show Sedna made of yawning, but the laugh that fell from her lips was genuine.  There was no way she was going to win, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. The yearling burst into a run, hoping to get a lead on the silver wolf straight out of the gate. Perhaps she should have thought to conserve some of that energy, but once more, the ignorance of youth reared it's head as she pulled herself forward with everything she had.