Duskfire Glacier Ommak

Veteran struggled to come to terms with what was happening with his father. It was really the prolonged, lingering period of uncertainty that took a toll on him; he was a reasonably adaptable child, but adapting was especially difficult when he wasn't given any hint of the reality to which he was expected to adjust. No one was saying anything-- Mom, Rye, Eldritch-- all of them were drifting around with grave expressions, exchanging sighs and meaningful looks that the youthful Veteran couldn't hope to interpret. 

Although he wasn't nearly the cold, calculating opportunist that was his half-sister Makatza, he was able to see the upside of most of the adults being occupied and take advantage accordingly. Today he was bound for the northernmost territories, keenly aware that no one was around to stop him from leaving the safety of the Glacier. Those woods across the Sunset Valley called to him, begging to be explored. 

His intentions were immediately diverted when he came across Isso.. Isserar.. ..that guy from the pumpkin day. Meerkat's friend. 

"Are you patrolling, too?" he questioned, equal parts seeking information and attempting to cover for his own presence at the border. He definitely wasn't trying leave the territory. Nope, not him, never ever. He was a good boy. 

"Have you ever been out here at night?" Veteran questioned the man again, turning his gaze reflexively to the daytime sky. The colors that danced over the Polaris Icefield at night were a wonderous sight, as any northerner would already know.