Duskfire Glacier all we wanted, was a place to feel like home

Sikuliak hung close to his dam's side. He did not think to be embarrassed of his attachment to her, in spite of the fact that he was halfway to being a yearling. Imaq was a constant, the one thing that never changed. And he had spent enough time trailing her through the wilderness that it was instinct to hover at the peak of her splotched shoulder. 

He had vague, shadowy memories of this place. And the Ataatax his mother spoke of, though his sire's face had become a blur in his young mind. 

He hoped, much as Imaq did. 

Even so, he had grown protective of his Anaa since her accident and the horrific loss of her hindleg. In spite of the fact that he was still a boy, and the limp that hindered his step on account of Makatza, he pressed closer to her -- stepping forward so he stood shoulder to shoulder with his mother. 

Guarded gaze of whiskey scanned the distance of the place that had once been home, trying to connect it to his hazy memories. Trying to decipher what awaited them here, if it was a danger to the wolfdog at his side.