Duskfire Glacier to heal our souls

AW but @Veteran perhaps? <3

After several reassurances that he wouldn't wander too far, Sikuliak left his mother's side with a brush of his muzzle against the underside of her chin. 

The navy merle grew tense in spite of himself when he left his dam, not accustomed to being without her reassuring presence. His shoulders bunched up, head dipping as he cast wary whiskey eyes about him alertly. Though it seemed Makatza was long gone, he'd never forgotten what she'd done to him -- or what others had tried to do. 

The young spirit-speaker found himself wandering to the snow-covered plain atop the Glacier -- the place where he'd been named beneath the air inua of the nightlands and the dancing lights alike. 

The ribbons of borealis were missing at the moment, as Siqiqniq was still cresting along his zenith towards the horizon -- signaling that dusk was only a few hours off. Even so, the territory was beautiful in the sunlight. 

It glinted along the snow, which sparkled as if inlaid with endless facets of precious stone -- a reflection of the stars that would soon begin to appear in the cornflower expanse of blue above.