The air that filled the dense jungle was warm and humid with the changing of the weather. Rain was soon to come, but that didn’t bother Ateyo. The rain would cover the sound of his footsteps, making it easier to hint.

The Na’vi trekked down a path that was unfamiliar to him. While other hunters didn’t usually come this deep for some prey they could easily find closer to home, he was eager to get away for a while. He and his brother, Mikayra, had gotten into yet another fight. His herbalist brother had tried to give him another lecture, just because he accidentally walked on some plants. He hated lectures, if Mikayra had an issue he should take it to the sparring area and deal with it like true warriors did, but of course his “pacifist” brother wouldn’t. Pacifist..what a joke. He wasn’t a pacifist the day he..

No, don’t think about that. That fight is over.

This was something he had to remind himself of constantly. It was the whole reason he and his brother fell apart to begin with. He was eighteen the day his brother slayed a beast, one that had never been seen by the clan before. Ateyo had felt a familiar feeling..envy. Mikayra had always been seen as the golden child of the clan. This would only put him on a higher pedestal. So Ateyo did something he knew wasn’t right, but what he felt like he needed to do to be seen by his clan. He took claim for the kill. Mikayra was silent as the clan honored him for his “kill”, but that forever caused a rift in the once close relationship he had with his younger brother.

Ateyo was lost in thought, tracking an animal when a sound in the distance made his ear twitch. He turned his head and cocked it to the side, listening more closely. There it was again..what was that? He acted before thinking, sprinting to the sound and pouncing in a attack with a snarling hiss.