Duskfire Glacier golden days.

Where Veteran harboured suspicion for the guardian who monitored Duskfire's borders, Wayfarer was happy to pretend that he didn't exist. He was a stranger to her, sure, but Mom didn't seem uncomfortable around him. It was with blind trust in her caretaker that the tawny youngster felt she could be herself in his presence, as she wiggled and waggled happily in her family's embrace.

She whimpered excitedly and peppered Lane's brow with little kisses, and still sought contact even when her mother released her hold. Wayfarer pressed herself affectionately between her forelimbs, her little tail continuing to swing merrily in the air as the medic stepped over her to lead the cubs away.