Qeya River kinnaktuk

Spotting Kivaluk first, Kigipigak feels the same intense need to close the distance and hold him, like the way he felt for Sakhmet; however he knew it was too strange, given that he was never before so forthright with his sons, so he holds off.

The boy stands before him looking almost grown: tall, stalwart, having matured to something between boy and man. Akkuma does not arrive alongside him and for a moment Kigipigak looks for him; but he remembers how withdrawn the other son could be, and does not fault him for that. Perhaps he is busy with other lessons.

As Kigipigak opens his mouth, Tulukiri arrives; she makes her usual jests, and when a verbal swipe is made for Kivaluk the man clears his throat, giving her a look of reproach. He knows she is not serious and would rather explain their meeting rather than deal with her attitude.

Kivaluk, my son, he says this specifically to watch Tulukiri shrivel a bit, this is Tulukiri. She is a warrior of Tartok, as well as a peer close to your age. I have been training her — so I have decided she will be your training partner.

Given how different his two sons had grown to be, and that Akkuma was not present, this would have to suffice.

And when your are equals in your skills, I will take over training the pair of you myself.