Firefly Glen Kaggik

It was curious to hear that Alaric’s father wanted a different life for him.

Kannoyak had been raised as a pathmaker. He had followed his father’s large paws across seas of white winter snow. The white wolf had learned the hardship of the cold at an early age. It felt as though he had been roaming since the day he could walk. It felt as though he had chased the caribou on fresh paws. There had been many months that shaped him into the man he was, though.

He is proud of you now, yes? the white wolf asked.

Even if this was not the path he would have picked for his son, Alaric’s father must have felt a sense of pleasure.