Neytiri had finally gotten a break from everything. Her kids, keeping the Sky People at bay, her duties as Tsakarem, all of it. It was after eclipse, and she’d decided to go on a late night walk in the forest away from Hometree.

Once she was a good distance from Hometree, she started to hesr a noise, rustling in the trees above her. In a flash, she hid behind a tree, pulling out her bow and loading it with an arrow, pointing it upwards towards the leaves. It was too big to be a viperwolf. Too small for a Thanator. No, wait, not something, someone.

“Wrrza’u! Fu oel ‘eko si.” She hissed, ready to attack.

Emerge! Or I will attack.

Her eyes narrowed in on one tree that was left rustling. The last thing she expected, was the head of a Xenica Ikran slowly coming out and turning in her direction.

She knew the Alyara. The last living race of Night Na’vi. Said to bond with a special species of Ikran called “ikranaxton,” meaning “night ikrans.” But human scientists called them “Xenicas,” due to their startling appearance and wail-like shriek.

She hadn’t seen a Night Na’vi since the Great Separation.

The Alyara used to be very close to the Omatikaya. The women used to visit every cycle during their migration. But they stopped visiting long ago. Yet here was a single scout.

“Who are you?” Neytiri asked, completely bewildered by the mysterious Na’vi.