Duskfire Glacier uncharted territory is a good place to be in.

Oh? What's this he's found? Someone tall and big like the other adults, but not as big as mother, and certainly not like his busy-body of a father. Arius can make out where their shape starts and ends because of the aureate glow of their coat, which to his still-adapting eyes looks more like a smudge of gold against the washed out blues of everything else. One might not expect the light to be different around a glacier versus anywhere else, but on some days the space held a gloomy blue affect, which for now made Meerkat stand out starkly.

Arius was not afraid. He'd never had any reason to be nervous of the various adults who minded the various clutches of children, so the sight of this one did not phase him. They spoke to him openly and without any baby-talk. As he approached them his silly walk became a bit more streamlined and direct, meanwhile he babbled in an effort to be friendly, as he had been taught by mother Tzila; he did not understand all that was said until Meerkat asked for a name, at which point he sucked in a breath and trumpeted at her: AWEES!

Was she a trespasser like the big dark man? Arius marched closer and began to probe at whatever parts he could reach, sniffing at her coat, mouthing her ankles or heavy tufts of fur, trying to make sense of the more defined wolf-shape once he was up close and personal. Personal space? What's that?