Duskfire Glacier mark how the tempest roars

He shared his brother's anger. He was angry at his sister, angry that their parents had left them. He even felt a twinge of resentment and a dash of jealously towards Issoratuyok. The man had been chosen to lead in place of their father while it remained to be seen if he would recover from his injuries. He never did. Ensio saw him as nothing but a fill in, a wolf with no true right to the Lead position. He was not born into the Glacier, nor contributed to it's founding. Not a true Duskfire. 

He rumbled low, a sound of certainty. Of comradery. He reached over, returning his brothers gesture with a head bump to a shoulder and a solid whack of the tail to a haunch. They were so much alike, the two. Not just in physical similarities, but in mindset, feelings and aspirations. "Veli..." He echoed in Tundrian, for the first time. "I stand with you. Always." A cold wind tussled his growing guard hairs. Despite the chill, it felt right. Comforting, as together, the brothers gazed out over their kingdom. "You need not worry. Father's dream will live on, through us, when our time comes." His icy eyes grew dark, thoughtful. "What of the others? We are not the only children of Father..."