Duskfire Glacier when the summer dies

Things were still a bit turbulent, undoubtedly. Even so, Imaq found the lingering aches were fading and her strength returning. Her healing was linear to Siku’s growth, both emerging and joining (or rejoining) the bustle of pack life. The huntress reminded herself to take it slow, knowing her son’s delivery had been strenuous upon her health and feeling guilty anytime she thought of worrying @Rye. 

When Meerkat’s howl rose through the pines and Caverns, she deliberated for a moment — pausing in the process of fluffing out her family’s bed furs to soak in the fresh air and sunshine, cracked gaze sliding to Liak where he played nearby. His father had been unfaltering, and unbelievably sweet, in his overprotective nature regarding their cub but he was of an age to socialize now and Imaq had heard great things about Meerkat from her intended. She didn’t think it would be too much too soon to go and visit with the young she-wolf for a spell.

With a soft beckoning sound, she called Sikuliak to her side and gathered him up gently before loping away from the Caverns, towards the origin of the summons. 

Though her new pack mate had also called for Lane and Tzila, it seemed that the woman-who-hunts was the first to arrive with her child. She settled on her fluffy haunches across from the fallow agouti and placed the month old pup at her paws before turning a friendly smile in the Redhawk’s direction. 

“Greetings. I am Imaq, you Meerkat, jah?” She asked, doing her best to speak clearly and fluently as her tuliped auds lowered slightly with self-consciousness.