Moonspear lawmother

it was not hunting which simbelmyne wished to discuss, it was his family. the brightberry eyes were radiant with surprise and delight; he saw her acceptance of his words as promising for future returns. "my son, raiyuk, was born to the lodge of my first wife, nasamik. he is a very good hunter and he will earn his scars when the snows come," chakliux said with immense pride, gesturing to his own shoulders.
"he was born here," the seal hunter reflected. "both ice and mountain are in raiyuk. two baby spirits found peace too in moonspear," chakliux said, exhaling beneath the joviality into something like a shard of pain. he did not speak often of these little ones. he was not certain he had ever told tullik; he did not want her to think of lost children while she carried her own.
"sialuk called me to her sleeping place for a time," chakliux murmured, implying that one or both of her children might have him as a sire. but on that front he said no more. maggak and acrux belonged to the spear and their mothers and their chosen-father. he no more dreamed of bringing them to moontide than sialuk would have allowed it.
"nasamik has been gone for many months." the wind rose every guard hair into a pike of alabaster. "my second wife, she has devoted herself to becoming a seal hunter woman. she is also from this place," chakliux said, amused once more at his seeming devotion to the stone-women. "i hope for many more children. so long as i can hunt for them all, may oil father bless me."