Moonspear dam

the boy played. chakliux dragged the hide back and forth until his neck ached, until he was forced to drop it into a heap and roll his shoulders.
"good hunting!" he praised his son. some moons, perhaps two or three, and he might be ready for short hunts. who knew! perhaps before that.
"come. we will see what your mother chooses for meal-meat," he grunted, rising and moving toward the lodgemouth.