Duskfire Glacier they're all liars here

The soft, familiar voice startled him only slightly, puppy blues flying to the source before a grin cracked the blue merle’s glacial features. ”Vet-win,” he chirped in hushed, though happy, tones. His scrawny tail — shorter than most, perhaps on account of Imaq lacking one — started up a swaying dance. 

”Yesss,” he crowed softly, voice still somewhat raspy, not even thinking that he should ask his mom and dad. But his mother was always encouraging him to make friends and not be scared of everyone — though he did give Wayfarer and Makatza both a wide berth. He wasn’t interested in the dynamic the older pups were going through, something that would likely ensure that he was placed at the bottom of their totem pole. That was fine with Siku, for now anyways. 

Besides, one pup in Duskfire with aspirations of world domination had to be enough right? 

”Okay?” the spotted tot asked in concern when Veteran had come closer, sitting up to sniff gently at his wounded head.