Qeya River atiga

The first-born son would also be the first to be named, evidently. The child saw his father and moved to greet him; Kigipigak was enthralled as he watched, and looked to the door of the ulaq in case Sakhmet came also, or the other boy. When only Attuaserk was the one to meet him - racing at a gallop while his tail spins like a little propeller - Kigipigak made a low welcoming noise.

My boy. I have brought you fresh meat. It was meant to be shared but with the other child perhaps asleep, Kigipigak figured it would be better the fish not be wasted. Attuaserk could have his fill of it; he was growing like a weed already, and the additional nourishment would tip the scales in his favor should the twins ever compete in earnest.

Come, eat! He would observe the boy a little longer. It was only right, so that the proper name be bestowed.