Qeya River the speed of thought

Kigipigak was thoughtful, watching the other man. He saw the fish now but barely strayed an eye towards it.

Having another body around would help to ease his mind given the growth of his wife and the ever-nearing birth of their children. He saw the way Njord looked over Kigipigak's shoulder and moved as if to look as well, but halfway through the motion realized what it was he saw. He looked down at the fish, then at the river as it flowed by.

The larger creatures did not survive. We have had to make do with whatever I can chase down, which is enough for now - he paused there again; imagining what it might be like to feed not only two adults but a plethora of smaller mouths, which he had never been required to do before. -but in the coming days I will need help. If I train you, you say you can bring food. I would prefer if you stayed here for the training and for the hunting.

It was a good offer - fresh fish brought in by this man - but it would take longer, given the constant trips between the river and the ocean. Was Kigipigak expected to train Njord first with the expectation of a debt to be paid later? He had a need now for help; plus, it was Njord who was asking and not the other way around, which gave Kigipigak the impression he could barter.

If training is what you seek, my terms are set. You will live with us and hunt these lands, or fish this river. Do you agree?