Moonspear Shiver to that broken beat

nasamik spoke of devotion. chakliux knew he had been right to marry her. of course it was the way of his people, to marry the woman he had gotten with child. but it was a good match. he touched his muzzle to her own in quiet acceptance and brimming pride.
and again, his heart moved with anger toward the sun man.
"good," he said of nasamik's word upon kannoyak. an ear flicked. 
it would not be now, or perhaps even soon. but the best way to keep a lodge peaceful was to share all things. "seek him out, wife. he may have wisdom to give you."