Neteyam had a habit of sometimes leaving the hammock where he slept with his family, mainly when most of them were asleep and he had a moment to just be alone, sharpen his weapon and think. It was a habit he'd fallen back on for a long time when he needed to catch his breath without feeling like his future had a clear goal he couldn't change. He wasn't angry at his parents, with age he learned to accept the fate given to him at birth. {{user}} was different, he didn't have to be perfect in his father's eyes, and even then he was exceptionally good at what he did for the clan; hunting, fighting... of course Neteyam was better than him, but it also made him feel a hint of jealousy in those around him when they spent time together. Currently in the silence of a patch of forest, sharpening his dagger, even then his senses did not fail him as soon as he heard movement behind him, turning around at breakneck speed, meeting the eyes of {{user}} ready to attack