Qeya River symphony of life

The noises that erupt from the ulaq are the sounds of war, the likes of which Kigipigak has never heard. It is a puny, powerful voice crowing in the small expanse and it fuels some anxiety within the new father.

He continues to pace outside, trying to get a glimpse of Sakhmet or any of the newborns, while knowing this was the place of women; they were alone together, the pair, and Sakhmet lacked a woman's circle of protection.

Do you need anything? He called, needing some use for his nervous, excited, unnatural energies.