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

chakliux returned for the other in time to see quennell lean inside the lodge. he clapped the boy's shoulder. "you have a little brother, young warrior." nostrils flared; he turned his head aside so that the younger would not see his grief and retrieved the second quiet bundle.
beside the waterway, chakliux dug a grave for the young ones.
he did not name them; he placed them side by side, curled as they were at birth.
"return to the oil father," he told them.
the earth would be mounded overtop, a clear delineation of where their bones would lay, and when the snow melted, chakliux would return and build a dome of stones.
for now, he went back to the lodge, to nasamik and to the joy of their living new son.