Ocean's Breath Plateau The Peace is sometimes broken

the man thanked him for the openness; chakliux was happy to give it. he did not like to tiptoe around words. to hear rodyn's opinion of ariadne was surprising, though she had been so eager to build her village that perhaps she had not stopped to think.
he left this thought, brows furrowing as rodyn described himself in failures. his leader had been lifted by the hunt; he nodded, for it was good for a man to be out among hunters and in the teeth of the wind. it livened the blood and buoyed the spirit.
a slow nod. a trader then. "those who make trades maintain the life of the village," chakliux agreed. 
"in some days i will take raiyuk to the sea. he will come back a man if the spirits are pleased. after this i will have no more journeys, for i hope to welcome new children to our lodge. then, perhaps, you may feel ready to go. and i will give you a skin of things to start your journey. we will dry meat for you, rodyn. i will bring panuk to hunt. moontide will stand."
privately he hoped rodyn would enjoy the warmth of women while he was away, for this too soothed the body if not the heart. but he would not say it while rodyn so openly grieved. "it is not your fault she died," the seal hunter said. "it is not your fault your son has returned to the mother he knows. this is the village of the one who gave him life. he is only a child now. he will come back."