Blackfeather Woods ikniqpalagaq

There was something striking in the beauty of having found sight. Shoddy as it was, Sos had done well to take full advantage of the newest ability. The young bear had tested the limitations of his newfound sight on many items within their den, but he had found none quite as pleasant to watch as his family members. Young as he was, the boy was watchful and intent on understanding everything that took place around him. Sos was quiet for his age, filled with a peculiar confidence that also bestowed stoicism on the young pup. While he did enjoy romping with his siblings and slumbering next to the warmth of his mother, he was prone to spending a great deal of time on his own. The polar pup would wander a short distance and fix his gaze on something beyond, and he would watch for more than an hour, hoping to understand what it was and where it had come from.
 
The blurred image of his sister’s face was indescribable in its poor construction. It was not that Tunerk was made improperly, or that she had any distinct facial deformities, but that Sos did not quite have the capability to make sense of what she was or why she looked like a faded brown blob. Wondering if she was even real, or if he had managed to wander into the broad side of a den wall, Sos reached out a wobbly paw and extended himself to bop against her. A small squeak was released from his mouth as he attempted to do so.