Stavanger Bay Seaside

It was not Kukutux’s motherly voice that woke Ipiktok, but Salsartok’s commotion.

Danger? Milk-drunk, sun-warmed, and sleepy, the stag-boy’s large head wobbled from side to side as he roused.

At first, the world was blurry. Then, it came into focus.

A white wolf stood nearby and between them, Salsartok stood in a ferocious display.

Ipiktok found his feet and sideled beside his activated brother. However, his reaction was more curious than skeptical (after all, Ipiktok was confident Salasartok could defend the whole pack singlehandedly), and he silently watched the strange wolf with big eyes.