neteyam knew he was being hunted.

from the moment he’d stepped out into the more wild parts of the forest he’d known he was being followed. he was a sully kid, he’d been trained well enough to know when someone was on his tail. literally.

he darted through the woods and over roots, making his way back to the village via a rather backwards route. better to shake the attackers off if possible. if not… well he’d deal with that when it got to it.

and it did, rapidly. when he was nearing the village with that same prickly feeling he stopped, drawing an arrow and turning his back to a tree, baring his teeth in a snarl.

“who’s there. show yourself.”

he was a sully kid. he could think of a way out.