Moonspear kitchaktuk ⪩

The sun had settled upon his russet fur as it rose to greet the day. It was amazing to him that the world continued to move around him and yet despite it all he felt in one place.

His peachy queens face met him in dreamland and it was often he hated to wake, but he did so. Knowing with the bitter taste of salt that it was always just a dream. She and their daughter were with Sedna now and he and the boys were here. And he couldn't join her yet even if his heart longed to. But that was ungair to those they loved, to their sons. So he would persevere.

He had found solace in the hunting trips he made upon the spine. And in the laughter of his sons. He found joy in small increments, but grief always overshadowed eventually.

Today he found solace and gripped his mother inlaw tight within his reach.

i am glad she dances and runs there. She dearly loved to run. She will teach our daughter.

Their names, he longed to whisper their names, but he didn't. They just rested there in the confines of his broken heart. Holding the pieces together.