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A rumble shook Sia’s form slightly, a soft chuckle in his lips. His son pouted before pressing his face more deeply into his pale fur. On instinct Siarut’s tongue swept along Ikiaq’s back. He unfortunately couldn’t turn out the sun to help with any discomfort. Besides the young boy had figured out a solution to protect his eyes.

He’s snout remained close to Ikiaq, resting on an upturned paw. He smiled again at their squirming. They were all going to be a handful.