Barrow Fields and that is how they grow

kivaluk's ears swivel back in contemplation as his gaze goes from his mother to the mound; soaking in her words. words of affirmation: that it was nobody's and thus it was his to discover. there was no one to stop him, no one to come rushing at him teeth bared for digging up their mound.

with his mother's encouragement settling within his chest he turns back to the mound in full and begins to dig; sending clumps of dirt flying behind him and smattering his muzzle, clinging to the wispier flyaways of his belly.