Moonspear a connection to the Light

the boy spoke like a man in this moment.
chakliux nodded once, a half-movement of his chin upward. "my people worship oil father. aipaloovik. he gives flesh. he gives fat. he gives life. but he is not merciful. some say he is evil. i am not one of those men."
chakliux stared at the ceiling of the hollowed tree. "a hunter knows there is pain in life. he gives this pain to oil father. and with his pain he lets go of his fear."