Sticking my nose where it doesn't belong

With voltage out of the picture temporarily, Glacier worried more about his hibernating sister. He had barely seen a glimmer of her sleek hide since winter had started, and normally it was voltage who crawled into her den to check up on her and in their lightning brothers absence glacier would make sure that every day he brought her a fresh kill, hunted especially for her to ensure she was eating as she hid away from the weather she detested. Hiding in a cave glaciers titanic form couldn't squeeze into meant that in order to visit her he pushed the fresh kill into the den first as a peace offering that way when what of his head that could fit into the den was squeezed through the entrance and placed at her mercy she might be lenient enough not to scratch it over for his efforts.

Today would be the start of those peace offerings, with a tasty plump squirrel hanging from his jaw he would make his way to her tight weather proof den, stop before it's entrance and bark softly to announce himself before getting down low to the ground and pushing the food into the den with and paw. The he would gingerly, wearily, push his nose in after. With his butt in the air behind him as he squeezed part of his head into the den "sere?" He whispered.