Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

He had no qualms with her seeking confirmation and briefly, there was a sliver of feeling that resulted in a pleased polar bear. Their bond was a strange one but it worked for them. The two wolves moved in tandem and traversed the banks. Slowly, she woke more and more, settling into a strong gait that carried them quickly. The mist thick with humidity, the pale female wondered at the cause, Iqniq's penchant for knowledge seemingly rubbing off on her. She still remembered the day they'd sat there and examined the skies and the small storm rolling in. 

Her shoulder bumped his and her mouth opened, asking a question that proved the attachment between them, if only because it showed she cared for him. "Are you enjoying being a father?" It was not the type of question she would ask just any wolf, as she didn't give a shit about them. She did not care about others the way she did for her Inuit prother, and she sought the truth from him in this. They were friends, aokkatti and her loyalty to the wolf beside her ran deeper than any blood relation she had. In a roundabout way, she wanted to make sure he was happy. 

Awwww.