Moonspear Say you're my type

the seal hunter's eyes did not leave his son for long. he allowed nasamik the most interaction with the boy, sensing that raiyuk would heal a good deal of the pain from loss she carried.
he himself did not recognize this loss; he would not.
today he slid closer, grunting, "give him to me." softly he took raiyuk into the crook of his elbow, looking down into the perfect small face.