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

Siku's eyes followed the man closely as he burst from the treeline, wary but curious. His face was definitely familiar, the stranger from his filmy memories. 

Some small part of him withered in guilt that he could not find a smile to paint upon his face, that he could not offer the man he believed to be his father more than a guarded glance. But Sikuliak did not forget easily.

He could not forget what the last man had done, or tried to do. 

It was instinctive that the youth stiffened when the woodlander gathered his mother into a loving embrace, though he meant no harm. The blue merle fought against the rumble building in his chest, the twitch of his lip where it longed to pull back over his teeth and snarl until this man let go of Anaa. 

His amber eyes bored into Rye's uncertainly when his attention shifted from Imaq to Siku, tensing against the man's touch in spite of his best efforts. Upon being released, he squeezed even closer to his dam's side -- almost wishing he could disappear into her shadow. 

"Anaa," the child whispered, gaze flicking to Rye before darting away, "this is father?" He was not aware that his sire didn't speak tundrian. He knew the common tongue though it was little better than his mother's command of the language but he followed her lead, more comfortable when speaking the words of his mother's people.