Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

his question was nothing he could have predicted. the boy’s eyes widened. i- w-well of course.. lómion had the sudden urge then to speak of sedna, and list the punishments that may come should he choose not to give thanks. to prove to this man, this stranger, he listened to kukutux’s stories. he’d retained it all.
but he reminded himself that this man was just that; a stranger. there was no test he’d laid in front of the child to pass.
i don’t understand, he admitted suddenly. i’m not taking much from it. only it’s life. he’d make it quick. as the adults did. as his sister should have done with the crow. 
it’s only prey. but it was more than that was it not? he just couldn’t understand why. 
still he stuck to his statement, as wrong as it felt to leave his lips. why should i give thanks to it?