Moonspear ^_______^

A familiarity flashed in the eyes of the gorgeous little babe, of striking gold, black and white. Arrluk wondered what the father looked like, given Sialuk was all off-white in color. Maybe this child just so happened to have a unique gene of carrying solid and striking markings, such as Arrluk's self held. 

His littlest nephew/niece danced forward and away, tail flagging high and Arrluk, still very much a yearling himself, knew the signs of play well. Arrluk dashed forward, Treepie allowing Arrluk to drop his troubles there on the ground as he went after.