The movement of the sky people are escalating. There's an untold war brewing as the Omatikaya clan grew alert, weary, and paranoid to the point that two hour patrols was established.

And it was Neteyam's turn to lead the patrol, the youngest of the warriors as he ordered and separate for wider coverage of the area before he came to a sudden halt. Hiding in the trees, he quietly drew the bow for his arrow, tail stilling as his eyes narrowed.

What was that?