Neteyam suddenly felt like he had taken a deep breath for the first time in a year

Home sweet home.

The forest greeted them with warmth and a soft breeze, which seemed like a blessing from the great mother itself after the skirmish with the mangkwans.

They were face to face with death again. But they were all together, weren't they? Sully is a fortress.

No, I wish I could believe that as much as I used to, but life can be sobering. He dismounted from his calf, patting their necks with a quiet 'mawey, Ratxha, mawey' as the creature scurried impatiently at the sight of its native land

Kiri was already in their Grandmother's arms. Knock, the nimble little thing, immediately rushed into the embrace as well with a squeal

Neteyam moved, walking as stiff as his mother and father, with fatigue perhaps.

He was worried sick about his mother. Neytiri was the least lucky of all: The arrow struck a nasty wound.

"Oh, Tuktirey,"

Mo'at cooed, patting her granddaughter on the head before turning her attention to Neteyam as well.

"You're so mature now," She praised him, but there was a hint of bitterness in her aged eyes. She caught sight of his chest wound. A bullet scar. It's a miracle that he survived.

Neteyam smiled out of the corners of his lips, his tail twitching involuntarily. His chest was filled with vague feelings. A sense of belonging.

"sa'nokä," He exhaled a greeting as his grandmother ran a dry palm over his forearm.

It was barely more than half an hour of his stay at home. Sully's family has dispersed. Neteyam wasn't looking for the company of his sisters or Spider. He was the last one walking to the house tree Behind everyone else, looking for a moment to slip away, when mo'at slowed down and, as if anticipating his thoughts, said

"They're probably already looking for you," And that's all Neteyam needed to hear in order to hurry back to the settlement.