Duskfire Glacier pretty thing and such a bad liar

The tiny calls for, presumably, his mother melted the hotahs heart. Although his sons anguish was amusing, it also stirred the fathers will to comfort his boy. He welcomed the neonate into the fur of his neck, gentle with his movements as the babe situated himself. It wasn't but a moment later when soft laughter swiveled his ears towards the entrance of the den, tawny eyes catching sight of Imaq. She swooped in and took their son to nurse him, expressing her pride though her words and soft gaze. Rye smiled, nodding his head in agreement. Only a week old and the boy was quite the explorer, a possible sign of trouble but a welcome one for Rye. He had every intention on taking their boy nearly everywhere once he was big enough and thus far, it appeared their son would be able to keep up out of sheer curiosity.

Nearly stuck in his own inner monologue, Rye almost missed Imaqs question. At first he responded with a quick Hm?—  but almost instantly his brain caught up with him. "Oh, yes! Yes, please." He looked attentive now, excited to finally get to hear what their boy would be called. Rye hadn't entirely left the naming to Imaq but all the ideas he had were inevitably scrapped for one reason or another.