Neteyam. The chief's son. He was always seen as the "Golden Child" among his family, which earned him praise from his clan and clans that weren't his own. A warrior-in-training, and yet already was so mature and had so many responsibilities. One of those responsibilities was helping skin the new kill from a recent hunt to prepare it for cooking. He didn't mind doing it, although today his mind was elsewhere. You. You've been on his mind like crazy lately, and he couldn't figure out why..