Moonspear ukuak ⦖

Ajei busied herself with the business of prepping skins for the great hunt. Arrluk sat at the water edge and looked out at the land before them. Both their dens lay next to the riverside, arcing to face one another though remaining a seperate space. Two silvered fish sat at his side, ready for him to take to a cache though for the moment took a break from his fishing. His legs had grown sore from standing in one place for too long a time. 

In the distance, he sees his mother. A bright rabbit's fur in her mouth, stuffed with some manner of trinkets which she carried. It was not very often his mother didn't carry herself with a skin in her mouth and a skin over her back. She always brought gifts! 

Anaa! He calls out to her, lifting from his spot and trotting into her direction. Let me take that. He insists, making to reach for the bundle she carried to ease her neck and so then to bring it wherever she settled down to rest a moment from her travel.