Qeya River atiga

New names were bestowed upon the boys.

She had kept an ear out, listening and catching glimpses of what she could. She believed this was a vital moment between father and sons. Sakhmet had only stepped into his world with their union.

But now she looked upon them all.

Kigipigak. Kivaluk. Akkuma.

Kivaluk! She would boom with love as he approached, eyeing the mighty prize he had picked from the pile. Your father has named you proper, A kiss on his crown.

Patiently, she waited for Akkuma. Tail swaying behind her as she prompted him closer.