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kivaluk, glad that rodyn did not appear to take offense to his hands-off response to the trade offer — at least while his mother was not ( yet ) present — lets out a small nod. eagerly, he takes to their next topic of discussion, giving the older man his rapt attention. though kivaluk could not claim to know much ( if anything ) about eagles, he had to agree that it seemed like a stretch that a bird would've taken the cub this far. but perhaps the cub was wandering upon it's own if it was dropped. either way, kivaluk would relay the information and keep his own eyes out.

i didn't realize birds could be so dangerous. kivaluk admits starkly; voice low in further realization just how dangeorus the world actually was. slowly, as he grows older with each cycle of the moon does he begin to come to very adult realizations.

well enough, thank you. though worry: for his father, for his brother, for his mother and natigvik plague him. and you and moonglow? he inquires, for it is only polite.