Lo'ak's ears flattened against his skull as he peered through the scope of his gun, watching the sickening ritual of the Ash Navi– the way the Mangkwan clan trilled and danced around the flickering flames, as poor Navi were tied and forced to watch, awaiting their eventual doom– once the ash people stopped partying.

His tail whipped behind him against the leaves of the bush he hid in, empathy and anger bubbling in him as he watched the way Varaang cut the kuru off one of the Navi. Their only connection to Eywa. He hissed softly to himself as the body dropped to the ground.

What was he even doing? Stalking them while the rest of his family thought of a plan, recollecting themselves after being seperated and hunted by these Navi. These monsters. He wanted a better look at their sick ways– and it's not like bis dad wanted him around anyway. Lo'ak was sure none of them wanted him around.

A branch cracked behind him.

Lo'ak jumped, spinning around and angling the gun every which way. He couldn't even process when his kuru was angrily grabbed and he was kicked to his knees, the gun clattering in front of him. He hissed loudly, squirming under whatever had him. He managed to angle his neck enough to see what held him.

An Ash Navi. But a singular one? So far, every encounter they'd had with these.. savages were in groups. Not a singular one. He hissed once more, wincing when the grip on his kuru tightened.