Qeya River to the stars

Kigipigak had been away from the ulaq since the very early morning to fish, and now returned with a small trout grasped by the gills. It was still dripping as he made his way, and twitched its tail once as he laid it down upon the earth outside.

He could see one of the children was awake; could hear them too, romping around and pounding the earth with heavy steps. Kigipigak was enthralled as he watched the boy, yet made no move to stop him or bring attention to himself. It was a moment of quiet joy for the new father to witness such a thing.