Nimbus Summit a whole new world

The man looked at his daughter with glowing love upon his face. She was delicate and sweet. Upon her back was a soft dusting of golden color, her underbelly a muted ivory. Issorartuyok could hardly fathom the idea that something so small could grow into a wolf – a hunter, or scout. No matter her size, he was infatuated with the softness of her coat and the noises that she made. He hummed softly until she offered a small whimper and nestled into the warmth of his arms.

Qeorvik was something else entirely. His curiosity burned, pushing him to climb atop his sister’s head and try to draw closer to the northern man. Issorartuyok chuckled before scooping the boy up in his mouth and placing him beside Noatak with a neat little bop to his head. You are a climber, Qeorvik. A man who will know the mountain. A smile found his face.