Qeya River anilaaktuk

They were alone, they were together. He wanted only to hold her and then when he was, he wanted more; but she wanted to know, she needed to know everything. It wasn't something he wished to put upon her now and Kigipigak wished he could refuse — but he breathed her in and knew he could refuse her nothing.

He was recruiting children. It was said bluntly; he spoke of Tulimaq of course, but could not say the man's name aloud, not when the very thought of him made Kigipigak's anger rise in such an inexplicable way, and he wanted to be tender with his wife in these moments. Children. A breath.

I was tasked with their training and for a while I did my job. When they were ready, there were plans to move upon a village not unlike our own. A shake of his head as his voice dwindles.

The girl — that is Tulukiri — I taught her most often, and she had the ear of the others. I convinced her not to follow orders. And now she was branded a rebel in the eyes of Tulimaq, and the elder warrior would not take kindly to anyone that refused him his desires.

He lets out a groan, a growl, a sigh, all at once! I am glad to be home! Sakhmet, I missed you, I love you. he burrows his face in to her furs, breathes, tries to forget, and winces around the scars upon his face - raw as they are, he had forgotten about them temporarily.