Duskfire Glacier a dog can smell a lie you know

Though his hearing wasn't exemplary, Sikuliak still managed to catch his father's fast approach and whipped around to face his pursuer with a whisper of a squeak that might someday become a growl -- or would have if his own underdeveloped balance hadn't sent him toppling sideways. Before he could right himself, the blue merle was distracted by the sight of Rye inching closer on his elbows and underbelly. The pup cocked his head, an intensity that defied his age etching itself into his stormy features as he scrutinized his father for the first time with blurry eyes.

Before he knew it, his dam had followed them out into the corridor as well, catching the young Qeya-Black's attention as his head swiveled towards her in similar rapt fascination. Though he had never before laid eyes on his parents, their scents and voices were familiar at least. By the time Imaq had kissed his head and questioned him, the Pi had found his way onto his faintly spotted haunches and let out a babbling coo in response -- smiling for the first time though it wasn't quite full-fledged at this early stage.

Again, he found himself unable to choose a favorite -- baby blues shifting between both Glacier wolves as he drank in their reactions to his unintended cuteness.