Moonspear Unâk

chakliux grunted warmly at this. "i have not had my head beneath a lodge for a long while. my spirit will be happy to return." his eyes lit; he touched the rabbit and then added, "i have not been idle, brother."
he pulled bundles of things into the light: herbs, a skin-pouch, pieces of soft skin, pretty things of bones and feathers. "i made tools of luck and traded with alaric." he patted his small pile of goods. "for now i cannot hunt. but i can trade!"
chakliux laughed then began to cut into the rabbit carefully. "i will save its skin for her also. she will make it into a wrap, like the moonwoman wears."