Duskfire Glacier Endure and survive.

Perhaps Veteran would stand as some consolation to those with the ability to hear, because he had yet to create any noise that was louder than a pitiful whimper. At least the Duskfire Wolves didn't have two screamers on their paws.  

What felt like a particularly violent, shaking object thumped against his side, startling him awake. Unknown to him, he had been roused by the force of his sister's sneeze, rocking both of their little bodies. He piped a mournful little sound, scooting away from the Shaking Thing and towards the heat radiating from the Warm Thing. He had no way of knowing how lucky he was, still several weeks away from developing his sense of hearing.