Duskfire Glacier Sunnguvuk

The pale streak was swift, indeed. Issorartuyok watched as she was carried on fevered paws, to the line of trees and then in a swinging circle so that she could return. Her form was young, spirited, and remarkably agile. The wolf Heda would be a powerful being one day, he could not doubt it. There was a hungry yearning in her gaze as she raced back to where he walked.

The heaving of her lungs was met with an approving nod. The northerner lowered his head slightly and gazed into the pale wolf’s eyes.

You are swift like the wind, and your body will be strong as you continue to grow.

The remark she had made did not escape him. Issorartuyok chuckled and nodded, almost approving of her desire to abandon her roots and journey somewhere new, somewhere that she could learn things she had not learned before.

Would your nomi not miss you? The one called aunt Willam? he searched her features with understanding. You would be welcome here, if that was your true heart’s desire. But you mustn’t act without thinking of the outcome. He knew he would not deny her, that he could convince Wintersbane that he would watch out for her and help her grow into a valuable member of the village. The love of a mother care little for alliances, he knew. If the young Heda left, would they be faced with the lash of a mother’s fangs?