Duskfire Glacier pretty thing and such a bad liar

Imaq was winding through the cool passages of the Caverns, panting slightly still from the oppressive heat beyond the thick walls of their communal hub. She was grateful again that @Tzila (reference) had located the nursery and offered that she birth her litter within its cool refuge where the sunlight filtered back dimly. The angry cries of Siku caused her to chuckle as she neared the alcove of their den, dipping her head beneath the stone overhang as she entered. 

"He is pitsatujuk," she murmured with praise as she delicately removed the pup from his frazzled father's coat and settled down to nurse him. "Strong, spirited." There was distinct pride shining on her softened features as she gazed down at the tiny blue merle.

Her gaze shifted to Rye as their son ate, aquamarines gleaming with a shy spark of warmth. "Siqiqniq and Taqqiq rise and fall seven times. Does Rye want know his name?" She asked, almost timidly, as if uncertain whether he would like it -- or agree with the naming customs of her former people. It wasn't like he'd had much say regarding Siku's name -- he hadn't expressed any particular desire concerning the matter during her pregnancy so Imaq had gone ahead with what came natural to her.