Nimbus Summit a whole new world

Qeorvik's eyes had opened before, but probably not long enough for either parent to take notice. Like his newly gifted sister, he actually preferred not to see, but his own discomfiture had come and gone in silent revulsion. Where he simply felt content to keep his eyes glued shut, Noatak was much more vocal with her abhorrence.

The vibration of her squalling was new and concerning -- inadvertently causing the boy to open his eyes as well. It was much clearer than any of the other times he had bothered to open them, and he was entranced by the blurred shape of his father's muzzle as it came down to soothe the angry shuddering at his side. Qeorvik stared dumbly.

This was... an interesting development. He was generally low on the problematic totem pole, but he could not help his curiosity now. The boy began to ascend the head of Mount Noatak in an effort to investigate the great nose from above.