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Atuaserk raced off. He bounded after the stick once more and Iqniq padded along behind him as he closed the distance between himself and his son. Ata didn't have to drag the stick nearly as far as he had the time before, but at least this time, he'd succeeded in bringing back the same stick, as opposed to something different.

"Good!" he repeated as they met up halfway."Very good." He gave the boy an affectionate lick before he seized the stick back once more. Iqniq lobbed it a fair distance and the game began again. "Get the stick, Ata. Get it." Having a child was almost like having a pet. Almost.

Their game continued for a while longer as they covered a bit of ground. Eventually, they both grew tired of the game and the stick was forgotten. He nudged at Ata's rump and prodded him along, propelling the child forward as they explored. Every now and then he'd deviate to point things out here and there. Tree. Pine cone. Leaf. They practiced at words and building up a simple vocabulary. He had no idea how much of it was sticking, but every little bit counted. Right?