The white child still kept close tot his new caretaker, still shaken up by the ordeal but not as afraid as he was a few moment ago. Flicker guided him to his own makeshift shelter, going inside to where it was thickly blanketed by soft material and warmth. Sitjariaq also went inside through the darkened entrance, shaking out his coat so that it was at least halfway dry.

Then immediately joined him at his side, laying all curled up like a ball of marshmallow. At the question of speech, the boy shook his head no for now. Unsure if perhaps the fright might have just temporarily scared it out of him, or just the shyness talking. Instead he let Flicker take care of him, happy that someone wasn't just going to let this puppy fend for himself.