Moonsong Glacier tuvaurat ⥳

"Then, Mauruk is my calling." He affirmed in a soft voice. None would call him Saviguk again. That boy was gone. He born anew, a man. Mauruk. 

His mother came to him, openly. Wetness staining his fur. They were like the sea water. A low whine in his throat and he pressed to her, shaking from the touch he thought he would never feel again.

Now there was time. Time to grow, to heal.