His brother is seen in the distance somewhere along the lakebed. Though it is the first child to arrive into view that draws in the uncle's full attention. Not one of the band's Darkfang, but a son of the Chieftan. Yaalk’ali scoffed under his breath. How could he have ever expected anything different! He had four, after all and it was not as though the slaves brood would have made it firstly!

Yet it is a daughter of Meleys which comes second, then another of hers at third! The pups ask questions as they begin to draw nearer, the vibrancy of the birds unlike anything they were quite used to further north. Still, the Elk's Crown was still more colorful than anything they might find up north, to his and soon their dismay. Yaalk'ali for all his magnificence as a caribou hunter, felt as colorful as he was, he didn't quite fit being so hidden away in the north.

Ice Raven's messengers. He begins to weave as he lowers his head (although some were nearly his size now) to the pups. They are blessed by him. He sees and hears through their eyes and ears. He is here now to see who has succeeded and who has failed. Completely something he made up on the spot, but who's to say the story could not hold truth!