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He had seen glaciers before; in fact, they were a dominating part of the northern landscape. He didn't remember if he had come across Duskfire when he was a loner, and it was unlikely given that Dovev had entered the park late last fall around Otter Creek. His movements had been hardly variegated. Dovev had heard tales of the wolves that lived in the far west up against the sea, and he had no interest in mixing with them. To him, they seemed alien... just like these wolves were before.

The amount of xenophobia among his natal people was astonishing, and parts of it still trailed Dovev's thoughts. It was the cause of many skirmishes and battles that the Tuq found themselves in- sometimes just because of the way their opponents looked. Strict breeding regulations had led Dovev's family home to evolve into a certain stature of a wolf, with stark white fur. There were wolves that far north who still carried silver and brown pelts, yet his people drew in so isolated from everyone else that a simple passerby became, in their eyes, an alien.

And sometimes bands of Tuq would retreat to the glaciers hidden among gray, rocky hills. The ice provided numerous benefits, sometimes none over than the revelry in the power that was frozen water. He too, enjoyed those times, and felt a little jealous that Falwasi had the opportunity to see such a thing in the recent days. But the look upon of her face conveyed no excitement or wonder that was Duskfire. Thoughtful, if anything. With a twitch of his ear, he recalled a previous conversation.

Your obviously didn't fall in love with it, he said, referencing Fal's little expedition of the glacier. Dovev could remember that the female said she was raised around some mountain or forest or the like- far different from his glorious tundra that he tried so hard to imitate on the plain surrounding the creek. He wondered if his packmate had any longing to return to her birthplace.