Duskfire Glacier when the summer dies

Sikuliak was entirely invested in a ladybug that was unfortunate enough to cross his uncoordinated path, to the extent that his mother went ignored — she was playing with furs but it had grown boring when Anânak no longer wanted to play tug of war — until she called out to him. He’d already accidentally squashed the insect and then gobbled it up (6.5/10 for the satisfying crunch and nasty flavor) so the blue merle wasn’t too put out to have his play session interrupted. Even if he had been, Siku would’ve been easily placated watching the world swirl as his mother loped along — giggling now and again with the bouncing motion in high-pitched squeals. 

The half-wolf was ready to pitch a fit when his dam slowed to a halt and placed him at her paws, until he caught sight of Meerkat and froze with a signature case of wide-eyed baby awe as the Qeya-Black drank in this new person.

And then suddenly there was another one! Except tiny, like him! And man, was this guy funny with the way he mimicked Mama’s voice. Siku promptly lit up at Veteran’s introduction, grinning wide to reveal a mouth of milk teeth as an excited coo escaped him. 

”Wet-win, wet-win!” the bearberry babbled in imitation, to the best of his ability. 

Meerkat’s response captured his fleeting attention once more, jaws slackening slightly as his baby blues  followed her every expression and gesture.