The man seemed kind enough, though a bit gruff in his voice. Sitjariaq did as he was told, keeping close to the dark pelted adult as he slunk underneath his frame. Water dripped hard from his coat as he tried to shake it all out. Still the child remained silent, fear stricken at the life he had been thrusted into. What was this strange place?

Could he trust the man that now called him his companion? When was he going to get food? The little white pup's stomach growled at the thought, but he dared not whimper or show that he was in trouble. Sitjariaq would stick it out until they were someplace safe, away from the loudness the stranger called thunder and lightning.