Qeya River i have no other god but myself

They were still small and round, unrefined little beings that Kigipigak didn't know what to do with. Their eyes were open and soon their ears would be too. Significant benchmarks to their development happening rapidly - and Kigipigak lacked a frame of reference for this stage of life, so all he could do was watch.

Soon they will be old enough for their names. When they are able to move better, we should explore the riverside - or maybe take them to Moonglow, a pause to steal a glance at his wife, with a small smile. I am sure Kukutux would love to meet them.