Moonspear aviktuk ╩

his paws found their way to the gifts, a wet nose carefully drawing over each one as he inspected them. he glanced upwards when instructed to share, and he responded with a prompt nod of his head. he would let each of his siblings have their choice of playing with the new toys first. 

he leaned forward to stretch out his limbs when he was questioned on being a hunter. a groan escaped him as he shot a disinterested frown at the older woman. "yes, but i do not think i like it." he did not explain any further than that, instead recalling the story his mother had told him to ask about when he next saw his grandmother. 

"anaa told me to ask ya about the story of lightning mother and rain father. can ya tell me?," he asked with a tilt of his head. he'd much rather hear a story than discuss the boredoms of hunting.