Qeya River symphony of life

They stole his entire focus. No - he gave it willingly. Before them, Kigipigak thought Sakhmet to be the pinnacle of his life; she was his heart, and she owned his soul. Yet if these boys were ever in danger he knew upon seeing them this first time, that between the children and his beloved wife, he would choose them. They were the future and they encapsulated everything about life and what it meant to Kigipigak to be alive, or to be a man; they would live and they would thrive.

They will need names.

Yes, and the names would come. He smiles in a dopey manner down to them. Kigipigak looks almost lethargic as he tugs his attention back to Sakhmet's face and gives a small downward nod. Atuaserk, the first son, and Malrok. They will earn their names - as I earned mine. Once Sisamat, now Kigipigak -- now taataga.

Kigipigak would linger until they were all asleep, and then after, until he knew within his bones that they would need their space - and he would seek out food for them. A happy wife, and all that.