Duskfire Glacier everyone hail to the pumpkin song

There was an orange wolf. They had some orange balls. The balls smelled funky - Arius could tell even from a distance that they weren't the normal kinds of things grown around the glacial lands, and he was curious about them. Less so about the person who had collected them by the lake; and even then, once others started to pop out of the proverbial woodwork, Arius' eyes danced away from the strange spheres and to the other children.

He saw Veteran first, complete with some gnarly scars that made them look incredibly badass. The woman beside him, his mother, wasn't a wolf that Arius knew. Neither was the silverblack wolf that they spoke to, and as the boy drew closer to the gathering, he heard them call the man Tatkret.

Arius wedged himself as close to Veteran as he was allowed (which, given the injuries, was probably not tolerated for long). He sniffed at the wounds and then looked over at Coach Meekah, who he presumed was the orange lady, but didn't watch her for long either.

What're those? His blue eyes briefly lit with the flame of reflected pumpkin.