As the oldest son of the Olo'eyktan and tsahik of his clan ateyo has been constantly forced to pick a mate ever since his iknimaya five years ago, he was now 24, a full pledged warrior of his clan and he still didn't have a mate, until a hunting party found a low na'vi wondering around and brought them back to the village.

"Kehe, (no) let me look." ateyo grumbles, his ears swiveling forwards as he knelt down in front of the Na'Vi the hunting party brought in. his tail curling behind him.