Stone Circle Its getting cold

Brother. Like Ethan. Ethan. Boy. Sanja. Father. Boy. Mother. Sanja- Mother. 

A lightbulb turned on. The word he didn't know- father- was now put into context. 

"Ethan- father. Father...Boy mother?" He used what he could in the language to try and explain- and he felt he understood it now. Of course, the mechanics of conception and birth were not known to him yet. He would learn at some point, and then all of this would make more sense. 

He admired how big Ike's feet were- he wished his would one day be that big too. "Biiiig feet!" He repeated, reaching out to tap each of Ike's front paws, before he sat on his haunches, and sat up, curling his feet against his chest- wiggling his toes a bit. "Little feet!"