Duskfire Glacier everyone hail to the pumpkin song

It took a bit for Imaq — with Sikuliak in tow — to reach the fringes of the territory. Nearly three moonturns old, he was almost too big to carry now. His wounds had healed but her son would likely always walk with a limp. There was no feasible way to fix what had been wrenched in his shoulder and the injury had become apparently permanent as growth spurts stretched Siku’s proportions into lanky limbs. They moved at a slower pace to accommodate him, his ink-splotched head almost level with her knee as they pattered along the foot trails. 

The merle duo came in time to hear Meerkat’s introductions, though the wind snatched away a fair portion of the words. Makatza appeared as the shepherd and her son neared the group, catching Imaq’s cracked gaze. Aquamarines, cold and hard as the depths of the blue in the Glacier at their back, flickered from the dark she-pup to Veteran as Imaq settled on her haunches near Lane. They flitted away again, to Meerkat as the girl approached the Coach. 

Selkie turned away and held her tongue  — wondering after the scars upon Veteran’s sooty crown.

 She set her gaze instead on the pumpkins, bending to give Siku a gentle bump with her muzzle. ”Look. Meerkat has brought pumpkins for everyone — Veteran has one too,” she murmured in the northern tongue. That ought to get his attention. Liak idolized the older boy and anything Veteran did, you could be sure Siku would be there, trying his best to replicate him.