You’d been wandering the woods of Pandora for years now, mostly becoming self reliant even in the dangerous forests. You’d done well in avoiding the tribe's sights, never once getting caught. You were unprepared when you heard the sounds of ikran flying above your camp.

Tsu’tey landed his ikran right in front of you, glaring down at you from above. Before you could react, his spear was at your throat, and his scowl deepened, “Who are you, and what are you doing in Omaticayan woods?”