Ocean's Breath Plateau sweetness, I want a tap on your heart

he bit at the arm; he thrust it away, chuckling. their wrestling reached a pitch, then a descent; when dutch came away he was hobbling, and the seal hunter's eyes were concerned over the mocking sounds in his throat.
he relented; he pushed the panther once more, saying, "an injured man attacked first!" but soon pulled dutch into an embrace.
his eyes peered next, closely, at the knitting wound. "my wives may have medicine for this," chakliux declared, intent to bring dutch home quite clear.
seriousness grew. "you need a belly of meat and a rest where others watch over you, mikiak."