Duskfire Glacier take a look around you and get a good whiff

it takes wintersbane a bit to reach the caverns from the borders where he was patrolling when the call rose up for him. the urgency in it does not go unnoticed and he bursts onto the scene with nape hairs bristling. it takes him a moment to understand the situation beyond the angry snarls form rye aimed at his daughter. looking past meerkat and rye, he sees makatza with the young son of rye and imaq in her grasp. makatza, the tundrian booms, tone echoing back at him like the rumble of a thunderstorm in the cavernous space. enough! if allowed he would seek to brush past the other adults.

his glacial gaze focuses on makatza and considers the correct punishment to dole out, providing she let go of the poor boy. what is the meaning of this? he demands.