Sitjariaq remained quiet, eyes as big as saucers as the thunder continued to roar. Rain soon came down, drenching the puppy almost to the point of looking like a swamp creature. He tucked himself up underneath some shrubbery as best he could, but the storm was just too much for such a small child. That's when a deep voice reached his ears, almost making him startle. Golden eyes looked over to see a darkly colored wolf, an adult with foggy eyes.

They seemed nice enough, just scary looking from the outside. No words left Sitjariaq, only movement to signal that he understood. The white pup came closer to the adult, keeping close to his warmth and protection. The explanation of the thunder and lightning made him feel a little better, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Now where were they going? Some place warm and dry, he hoped.