Duskfire Glacier to heal our souls

When the boys had untangled themselves from each other, Sikuliak straightened as best he could -- still a bit breathless and favoring his ruined leg. The easy mirth and the grin on his face dimmed at the question, adrenaline surging through him as the merle's heart began to pound. The pup licked his chops, gaze averted nervously as he prepared to answer, when a stranger approached them. 

The nerves turned to apprehension, the youth's ears pinning shyly as whiskey eyes darted up to meet the russet she-wolf's emeralds fleetingly. He remained silent as Veteran answered the woman's question and introduced them both, gaze darting between the two. 

He swallowed his nerves and attempted normalcy. "Siku went with Imaq, mother. Learn hunting, need learn with bad leg. Got lost, inua angry -- big storm. Imaq and Siku live alone. Imaq lose leg. Find way home." There was a careful omission of the man who'd attacked them -- who'd wanted Sikuliak for himself.