Even in the coming days after the pup's arrival, his form remained silent. Seemingly a permanent ghost living on the mountain, he was still too weary to show his true self, to him almost forgotten. But the one known as Flicker would be the soul he needed to keep on going. The one that took him in and gave him a home when things were bleak. Barely a whisper would leave his mouth in the man's presence so far, but maybe in the future, he would reveal more of what his true voice would be like. Sitjariaq began his morning with a light exploration, climbing over smaller fallen tree branches and logs as he traversed the rocky mountain terrain.

Optics of olive green took in his new home with great gusto, curiosity winning out of the fear and shyness in that moment. It would potentially be a different story if someone new came along, but without struggle, there would be no growth. The pup would just have to find the courage to move past it. Still the white wolf kept on moving, his blanket of spots along his hindquarters were now more visible as bright sunlight hit his pelt. Now he was higher on the mountain, breaking through the brush as he pushed his way through. Clear mountain air filled his lungs as Sitjariaq admired the brilliant view. A beautiful place for a puppy to be raised for sure.