Blackfeather Woods ikniqpalagaq

There was a resounding determination in him that could not be beat. The young bear was filled with hopeful things that most were unfamiliar with. He had a powerful spirit, aided by the closeness that he felt with the earth and sky. It was all things living that worked within him; he was a collection of the great breath of the wild. In this, he was encouraging and fierce, with a penchant for serious moments of thought. Sos was peculiar, that much was evident, but he was capable of so many things. In the depths of all his emotions, the bear was fiercely affectionate toward his family. The life that had surrounded him since his birth had been so strong that it was impossible for it not to have worn on him.

With a curious tilting of his head, Sos watched as Tunerk found her own fighting spirit and whirled around. She took a great deal of effort to ground herself, but when she aimed to reach him, the boy could not help but to sit in confusion. The young girl had whirled herself to the point of lunging toward Aningan, who was beside them in sweet slumber. Sos released a worried yap before stepping toward his sister and reaching out with his nose for a soft touch against her side.