Stone Circle i don't like change

The touch to the top of his head was also unexpected, and Ikiaq's maw set into a pout. This all sucked. Everything was bad. There had never been anything good in his entire life - there was only badness and wrongness, he decided firmly. The light was bad. The touch was bad. 

With a quiet snort, Ikiaq screwed his eyes back shut and shifted around to bury his nose into his father's fur, trying to block the light out completely.