Qeya River tagraktuk ≅

Cerne arrived, a gentle tinkling announcing his presence as the many items in his pouch shifted with each step. He had much to carry, and his neck was heavy and stiff beneath the weight — especially his obsidian orb. He chuffed in greeting, deposited his items, then dipped his head to both Sakhmet and Kigipigak. Golden eyes wandered over to the sons, and he'd give them a small smile. Then, back to the adults. "I would go with you to see this village. I'm glad for the chance to meet others." The taiga was a lonely place. Cerne yearned for more.