Ocean's Breath Plateau make a man outta you

chakliux had his own vision of what the beginning to their many lodges might look like.
but raiyuk was a man. he was not a boy who could be ordered. and so it was with a man's respect that the seal hunter approached, eyes flickering with approval over the scars healing into the vaunted black marks.
he carried three light, wide curls of birchbark and two thin, long branches he had stripped of all leaves. these things he set down casually where he thought his son's lodge should break ground.
it was not a show of dominance, either way he only laughed out, and joked, "it is better if you do not bring a wife, raiyuk! that way we can help you build if you must take a rest now and then." he, of course, was asking if his son meant to pursue this path rather than that of a trader or traveller, and of course he was asking further if this woman might be @Seal. but there was a second part to this, and it was why he chose his words with care.
the building of a lodge was a loud and public thing. the building of a first-lodge was often sacred, private. chakliux had brought materials he hoped his son would incorporate into his own creation, but neither they nor the offer of help needed acceptance.
raiyuk was a man and he would do as he felt was logical. the seal hunter stood for a moment, facing the sea and thundering with so much pride he could not speak.