Duskfire Glacier pretty thing and such a bad liar

Soon enough, his mother had returned and brought with her the answer to all of the newborn's problems. Well, maybe not all of them, since a corner of his brain dimly recognized the absence of his father and would eventually beg that this error be addressed -- immediately. For the time being, however, Sikuliak was placated by the arrival of his dam and the milk she offered. 

His belly grumbled appreciatively as he quieted against Imaq's frothy underbelly, kneading his inky beans into the voluminous fluff he found there -- having to root around for a prolonged moment, with disgruntled grunts as he searched, in the thick fur before he found the elixir he searched for relentlessly. Satisfied sucking filled the air as he ate, the only interruption to a conversation he was too young to make sense of (or hear very well).