Duskfire Glacier all we wanted, was a place to feel like home

Siku felt the shame within him swell. His eyes pooled with their own tears though his whiskey gaze dropped so the adults wouldn't see. It frustrated the youth beyond belief that he couldn't remember growing up here, or the people who were supposed to be his family. 

Swallowing the surge of emotion, the blue merle met Lane's gaze and smiled shyly. His tail picked up a tiny wag at the thought of seeing Veteran again, though he was also greatly nervous -- wondering if his old friend even remembered him, if they could still be best friends with so much time and space between them. 

His gaze darted back to his parents again when they spoke of hunting, his ears pricking curiously. It wasn't his best skill, given his limp, but his mother had begun to teach him in spite of the hindrance his leg caused. It gave them a common ground, learning to hunt with bum legs together.