Duskfire Glacier Ommak

The young wolf was eager, readily stepping in beside the large northerner so that they could patrol the glacier edge, as brothers beneath the sun. Issorartuyok did not mind the company. He was pleased to see that one of the children was already stepping forward, embracing his passions. If the protector was to continue that path, he would surely face many obstacles in the future. It was good to see that he did not seem dampened by the damage he had suffered.

The two wolves walked, prowling together until they had reached a larger stretch of flatland. It was cold there. Wind was carried from the ground and bit through the pelt of the wolf, nipping sharply at his flesh and reminding him of his home, far away. Veteran spoke and mentioned that he had never been fond of that end of the border.

It is open and you are exposed here, Issorartuyok acknowledged with a solemn nod. When you are strong, it will not matter how open the ground is. You will have faith in your fangs, faith in the spirit inside of you. The large northerner smiled down to Veteran. He hoped that he could encourage the young man to follow his passion. Makatza had seemed to be a daring young wolf, too. They were only daring in different ways, he realized.