Qeya River the speed of thought

Their life here had only just begun.

Kigipigak was shaken by the potential that they may need to move soon; they now took up residence beneath the glacier and in the days to come, the Duskfire wolves would be leaving. Kigipigak had not though it would be a problem before, but the raid upon Rivenwood and the obvious weight Sakhmet was putting on, put a new spin on things.
He saw threats where before there had been nothing.

So when the scent of a man drifted his way, he was on his feet immediately. The bone fell from between his teeth with a clatter; as he turned to stare upon Njord he wasn't sure what to make of the man.

Kigipigak was made to listen to a request that wasn't just out of place, given their relationship, but was wholly absurd.

You're here for lessons? From me. His face slid from its pinched seriousness to something closer to the mirth he'd always carried - that pompous air that Njord hated so very much.

Kigipigak did not laugh but his eyes were bright. I could train you -- but what would I get out of it? You would be taking hours of my time away.