Taggak had not been far from Sos since they had arrived in their new home. In this, the boy was grateful. He had found a familiar to keep him company while his siblings managed their own discoveries. It had taken him a short while of time to grow used to the frigid temperatures of the glacial pack land. Most nights, he could feel the bite of the wind against the thin bracing of his coat. In time, his pelt would thicken to protect him against the frigid gusts and nighttime temperatures. Until then, the child did his best to keep himself busy and moving, as it was the only way that he could see to allow heat through his youthful frame. The more that he moved, the stronger he became. It had become something of a challenge to him.

Looking to the sky to see the dark wings of his familiar, Sos smiled softly and watched the dark raven float overhead in search of a morsel. It was likely that the bird would need to venture out beyond the glacier for a short time so that he could scavenge for proper food. The wolves of the pack did well to clean their kills and leave little to waste, which did not grant Taggak very much. When Sos aged, he would find a good balance between what was needed to be devoured and what he could share with his companion so that the raven might stay closer to him. Until then, he missed the dark creature when he left and welcomed his earliest return.

Taggak cawed into the sky and Sos lifted his head to yap in response. The young bear reared himself back on his hind legs and imagined that he too could flutter his wings to vanish into the great stretch of pale blue and white overhead.

There was a voice that pulled him from his dreams of flight. The young bear turned himself so that he was facing the pale approaching woman. With crinkled eyes and a smile, Sos lowered his front half back to the earth and found himself grounded by the touch of it beneath his paw pads. Taggak cawed once overhead before he seemed to flutter further away. The question that hung on the air was not one that surprised the boy, nor was it one that he minded being asked. Of course, he never would have seen his own actions as having been silly or foolish, but he was still quite young and did not possess the verbal skills to provide her with a suitable answer.

“Taggak was flying up there. I wanted to feel what it was like to fly too,” he spoke softly, his young voice carrying a weight of another world within it. As though he were drawn to where the bird had been, Sos turned his attention back toward the stretch of milk and vivid blue that floated overhead. It looked like a sea of endlessness. The adventurer in him wanted to explore it, but the shaman in him knew that he was bound to the earth and the things that grew from it. That was all well to the bear; he had Taggak for the world above.

Takiyok had agreed to his suggestions, filling his chest with a wild exhilaration. His paws seemed to dance a little as he moved to prepare himself for the first. The bear was certain that he was filled with power that was offered to him from the earth itself. The young thing felt as though he could have flown with the energy that flooded his system. Even his blood pumped with the beating of his heart. It filled through every limb he had, lighting him up. Sos positioned himself at her front, and turned to make sure his cupped ears would collect anything that she was offering for advice. It seemed as though there was more than he imagined to fighting. All that was said made sense, though, whether or not it was the first thing someone would think about was another thing. The boy wanted to prove himself to her and to the rest of his family. The bear was prepared to show the strength that was felt.

Sos was instructed to make an attack on his aunt. The boy frowned at that, ears falling to lay flat on his head. He could not help but to make one step back, fearful of actually aiming to land a blow against a member of his own blood. Sos longed to be a form of protection for those he cared about, not a burden. Still, she had asked it of him and she was aiming to make him better. The boy lowered his rear some, granting him a bit of leverage that would lead to a good start on any attack he attempted. When he searched her body for the right place to try, he felt as though he was up against a vicious beast in comparison. Sos did not want to be afraid, though. He lunged from his position, darting forward on swift limbs. When he was two feet away from her, he sought to clamp his fangs on her left hind leg.