His son wasn't even awake. The alchemist opened his jaws in a silent snarl, ready to strike, before the boy groaned and opened his eyes. The man didn't quite hear what his boy had said, but the pbbt was unnecessary. His eyes narrowed as he thought of all the things he'd do to punish his son if this stranger wasn't here. As Suinnak asked for assistance, Ukiuk turned his back to him. "Is he lame?" the woman asked, and Ukiuk let out a disappointed sigh. "I wish," he commented without thinking, turning to look at her more closely.
Her eyes were a striking blue and her fur black, but she lacked the pink scar across her nose; if not for that and her bit of white fur, she nearly reminded him of a younger Siku. "If he had been, he wouldn't even be here," he went on after a moment, letting an ear turn back to listen to the struggles of his son. "In our language, his name means good for nothing, because as you can see..." Ukiuk trailed off, turning to regard Suinnak with a displeased scowl. Maybe he'd be a good decoy one day, or trap, or something. If they just left him stranded in the middle of nowhere in enemy territory, surely someone would come to investigate the sound at some point, right? That's when they could strike.
Ukiuk shook his head and with a great sigh, moved to assist his son. Using one paw, he gave the boy a small shove to get him on his side. "You do know your life will not be easy when we meet up with the others, right?" he asked bitterly. His eyes had turned cold. "She will tolerate this. You will not survive without your mother here," he warned dangerously, a bit of foreshadowing should he have the chance to feed his son the collection of poisons he'd been gathering. Little did he know that the woman standing beside him was one of two wolves they were seeking. He kicked a bit of sand toward his son's back and sneered.