Ouroboros Spine aniiqsuaq

Yes, the sun. She lights our days and warms our backs. She draws our path to the hunt. Arrluk's muzzle lifts, giving a sweeping motion across the sky and then back down to the twins. 

Thats it! Come come, little ones. The father would gently encourage, his legs tucking closer to his body as he leaned into their direction, reaching out with his muzzle so to help close that distance, but would pull away little by little in order to get them moving further out on their own.