Qeya River Happy as a lark

Amalia had felt Kigipigak's departure, she had been closer to he than Sahkmet, however. She knew that her own grief and worry, was nothing compared to those of his children and his wife. Perhaps even anger where the children were concerned. However, it also spoke volumes of his character to be so willing to help those he cared for.

Kivaluk was turning into a fine hunter, as his father and probably even his mother. Amalia did not have the distinct pleasure of hunting with her leader, but she imagined it would be as seamless as it had been with Kigipigak and even Cerne. Though the thought of the seer left a small pain in her chest.

Oh. Amalia is both surprised and pleased when he places in front of her. Especially given that he was so excited to have won it. She nudged him gently if he would allow and studied his catch from all angles.

You will make a fine Sivullik one day, Kivaluk. You already have the makings of a great hunter as your father.

She touched it with a paw. I can dry the fur for you if you'd like. It's small, but it would make a fine addition to a den, or if you wish to gift it to someone?