He carried the pelt and walked with confidence beside Kukutux. She spoke of an entity or force he did not recognize and Mojag was immediately enthralled.
Who?
Was it another woman in the village?
They went very far today. Mojag was still getting used to exploring with his mother, or hunting with her help, and had not been to all these places before; but he had learned from Shikoba that there were times appropriate for investigation and other times that were not - so he did not dally.
Neither did he want to take breaks unless absolutely necessary. He was panting as they came upon a meadow filled with yellow flowers - they took his breath away; Mojag barely regained himself when he saw the red of the maple.
Woaaaah...
his eyes were wide and bright, lit with as much vibrancy as the petals among which he stood. Is she... stuck? Can we make her unstuck?
He wanted to see her change shape!
Mojag fell quiet as Kukutux told the story.
He had many questions, and his eyes shined each time they came to his mind, or his jaw tensed, or he licked his lips and wriggled in place; but he knew to be polite he had to sit still, a feat that Mojag struggled with often.
The boy wanted to ask for the name of the hunter; then the name of the water, if it was nearby, or where it was - if this was firemother then the water must be close!
Why was she jealous?
He finally blurted, and then buttoned up with a sheepish look; if he only waited, he could hear the whole story! But waiting took too long!