Moonspear I can laugh at your jokes, convince you to take me home

the seal hunter and his never-ending stalk had taken him deep into the ribcage of moonspear.
he had pursued a goat, a hare, a stag; now he came back and warm and panting to the lodge, wanting to tell nasamik of what he had seen.
the screaming of his wife speared through the air, sending him stock-still for a moment before he ran uncaring, to enter the space, to come upon her writhing body. blood, and the violence of it frightened chakliux.
the children. they were arriving. but even an ignorant man such as he could tell that something was vastly wrong. "do you want sialuk?" he asked, reaching to smooth her brow with a shaking forepaw, eyes widened at her agony.