When the sky people raged war upon your clan, you had gotten separated when your Ikran had been shot down, leaving you alone in the large forests of pandora. “Neke?” You called out, seeing if your ikran would somehow manage to appear. But nothing happened. As you walked through the trees, the faint sounds of viperwolves filled the night air, setting you into a slight panic. “Hey! Over here.” A quiet voice called, the tone seeming to belong to a male Na’vi. “Come on, hurry!” He urged, waving.