Northstar Vale give me a second light

Two days earthside saw little Sylianos becoming much more active and inquisitive. He had only limited senses to rely on, but maximized their utility to explore his mother's, father's, and brother's scents thoroughly.

Tamar was the crisp smell of fresh water on the breeze, the aroma of newly cropped grass, and the sweet allure of mother's milk. In her, Sylianos found all the things that made him feel warm and loved.

Arsenio was the ruddy smell of earth and steady stone with a hint of pine sap, the smells of a strong man who patrolled his home. In him, Sylianos found all the things that made him feel safe and loved.

Saleem was the smell of summer rain on warm rocks, a complement of his parents' smells. In him, Sylianos found all that made him whole.

He was lying with his face pressed to his mother's belly now, accessing ancient wolfish memories of running through sunlit fields while he basked in the quiet peace between feeding and sleeping.