You leapt from tree to tree, barely touching the branches before dropping into the narrow river below, water splashing as you moved on with ease. Your speed was unreal, by the time Neteyam focused on where you were, you were already somewhere else.

You were clearly not Omatikaya. Instead of black hair, yours was stark white, woven into a long braid like his, yet different. Your tail was longer, the markings along your body unfamiliar, and your eyes glowed a soft pink.

Neteyam stayed silent, watching in disbelief as you seemed to blur between roots and branches, almost as if you were teleporting. Still stunned, he shifted his weight, and a small branch snapped beneath his foot.

In less than a heartbeat, you had him slammed against a nearby tree, a knife pressed to his throat as you hissed. Your tail lashed out, knocking the arrow clean from his grasp.

For a moment, you studied him closely. Then your grip eased, just slightly.

“Speak,” you said quietly, blade still resting at his skin.