Duskfire Glacier far from the sun, where no one knows

He laid prone across the entrance of the grotto, his favorite place to explore. His chest ached, the paste his sister had spread across the wound hung dried against his coat. The wound was just in reach of his tongue. Taking the time to rest, he licked the wound incessantly. Instinctually, Siarut knew that his saliva had healing factors, but it had already been two and half weeks since his injury. He grew restless with his recovery, despite all that Tahani had to say.

The scent of Nanook brought him out of his revere, peering around the see the woman as she approached. Siarut took the effort to stand as she came closer, a smile fixed on his lips, and relief was in his gaze. He was happy to see her. His distance had been more to shadow the wound that marked his chest, his own personal qualms had been quelled and he was glad to have the past in the background. He was even more hesitant when it came to Nanook, though, he wasn’t sure how to deal with everything that had happened with Ceara. The pain was so fresh.