Duskfire Glacier wind and stream in the ardennes

The early morning hours were for patrolling. At least, the large northern wolf had created a habit of searching the edges of the glacial territory when most were still sleeping, huddled in the warmth of their dens and waiting the touch of sunlight to rouse them. Issorartuyok had been lifted by the shift in temperature and his newest role within the village. It should have been more shocking that he had been accepted by the others – those who were not Meerkat or Lane – and that even the mate of the wolf Wintersbane had given him a verbal blessing.

Issorartuyok had taken the surprises in great strides. His mind was dedicated to building himself up, for them, so that they understood how seriously he took the position. The northerner was not afraid of strife, of those who would not accept him, for he was an honorable man who had only the best in his spirit.

Nothing quite surprised him as much as finding the young Meerkat on the edges of the village with an unfamiliar young man. Issorartuyok had seen them sleeping and had opted not to approach until he had recognized the freckles that adorned her backside. The figure of the young boy squirmed slightly, just as the northerner approached. Issorartuyok sniffed gently, trying to make himself certain that they were not injured, only resting.

Meerkat? Are you safe? his deep voice broke the chilly morning air. He waited.