Moonspear nift

nasamik dominated the space with her soft femininity. it was the way a lodge should be and he found comfort in the proud lines of her back, the way her sides had begun to blossom. his heart was filled with many things as he looked at her, a smile curving at her jest; desire welled inside chakliux.
but he had been instructed that this was not safe for a woman carrying children. and so the seal hunter would not make his want known.
now he hungered for meat and looked to kannoyak as the man spoke. "he is hard like ice inside a cloud," the man grunted in agreement with his hunting-brother's words. "kannoyak is right. you will bring kindness and soothing."
chakliux had never seen kannoyak look upon nasamik with anything other than respect. and yet he wondered. "what flesh did you give in trade, brother?" he joked, eyes alight as he set them toward his lodgemate.