Duskfire Glacier Ommak

"Yes, please," Veteran agreed readily. He had told Issorartuyok that he wanted to be taught to defend the pack, and he needed to make sure his new mentor knew how serious he was about his commitment. If evil like Makatza could exist within the borders of his happy little home, he could only imagine the dangers posed by the outside world. He needed to get good at guardian stuff, and he needed to do it quickly. 

Veteran joined Issorartuyok, his previous plans to sneak away from the Glacier entirely forgotten. His ice-blue gaze drifted upward, and he recalled how lights and colors danced across the sky at night. After walking in silence for a few moments, Veteran spoke again. 

"I've never liked this part of the border," he imparted, sweeping his gaze across the northernmost section of the Polaris Icefield. Confusion drew his brow together, which triggered a twinge of pain along the scabs on his forehead. Veteran couldn't say why he didn't like this section, exactly-- there was just something that made him instinctively uneasy about the openness and flatness of it. He looked to Issorartuyok for an explanation.