A/N: not going to update until I get at lease 3 reviews per chapter. The first six lines belong to Michelle Paver but the rest belongs to me.

Black fur.

Warm darkness.

Rich, fatty milk.

The Mother licking him clean.

The scratch of tiny claws and nudge of small, cold noses.

Fluffy cubs clambering over him: the newest cub in the litter.

Suddenly the image fades and changes. Instead of black fur there is pale furless skin. It is still warm but in place of the darkness is a roaring orange blaze. Rich milk, that’s also there but instead of a rough wolfs tongue licking him clean there is a soft piece of deer hide dipped in water and herbs.

Two men enter the shelter. One of them the Wolf Clan Leader, the other the Wolf Clan Mage, his father.

His father picks him up and holds him as the clan leader sits cross legged opposite the mother talking quietly about the babies rights ceremony. Soon after, the clan leader leaves the shelter. Other members of the lcan wait respectfully in the mouth of the shelter, waiting to pay their respects to mother and father and give their small gifts to the young baby boy. After everyone has gone to their shelters to sleep the Wolf Clan Mage and Leader discuss the date of the boys naming and rights ceremony, the day of the first sighting of the First Tree.