Duskfire Glacier pretty thing and such a bad liar

His hearing may have been a bit underdeveloped but Siku was still capable of catching the low rumbles of his father's laughter, muffled booms like distant thunder that shook the form he curled against in a tiny earthquake. He released his father's nose to let out a disgruntled awoo! -- as if he could already howl and would summon Imaq back to him with the strength of his displeasure. 

He then proceeded to investigate the source of the vibrating sounds, plundering forward on his useless, stumpy legs as he attempted to propel himself towards Rye. His small head weaved blindly with his efforts, pale paws pushing against his father's neck and face when he stumbled upon them -- like he would lift himself up and find his mother for himself.