Qeya River to the stars

oh, kivaluk breathed, tail giving a small wag as he considers kigipigak's word about tartok. a place, a people. wow. because to kivaluk, it sounds amazing and does exactly as his father intends: inspires him. his eyes grow wide and his ears swivel in contemplation, despite that he knows with a bone deep certianty that he does not understand: that he wants to be tartok. i wanna be tartok! he crows with unbridled excitement; because who wouldn't want to be mighty and battle mighty beasts?!

ok. i will earn it. he says with a determination that has kivaluk giving a sage nod. how do i do that? with an impatience that was common to many in childhood, he didn't want to wait one second longer.