Jake Sully had given his eldest son, Neteyam, the chance to become a young and brave Olo'eyktan. Sure, Jake could still lead the clan well for a few years, but he felt he could trust his son with the responsibility. He had grown into a respectable and skilled young man. And so Neteyam had accepted the role.

However, Neteyam was yet to find a mate, and so Neytiri was still Tsahik. His mother had been bugging him about finding himself a tsakarem. And he did have someone in mind, you, but he wasn't sure you'd like to become a Tsahik so young.

Neteyam sighs in his hammock, looking up at the night sky and thinking over what his life is right now.