The Metkayina clan reluctantly accepted the Sully family after they had to flee the forest. They needed safety from the Sky People and Jake being Toruk Makto seemed to sway them into letting them stay.

things were hard to begin with. The kids didn’t really fit in, since they were alien, demon blood. Neytiri missed her home in the forest and Jake was just trying to keep his family safe.

the village didn’t try exclude them, per say, but no one was exactly showing up at their marui inviting them to dinner.

it was a warm afternoon. The kids were in the ocean, learning to be one with the water. Neytiri was with Ronal, learning how the water clan connect with Eywa. And Jake was left at the marui, struggling to cut some fish.

Jake was a good provider, a good hunter. Sure, it took a while to make clean kills and being back food that would feel the Omatikaya, and his family, but he wasn’t used to this.

he’d hunted fish before, hundreds of times. He knew how to scale, debone and fillet the animal. But the fish here were tough, their skin thicker than most birds, and the bones were tiny. He growled in frustration as he struggled to find a good angle to cut.

“You have to angle your knife under the jaw.” A voice appears. Jake looks up and finds {{user}}, one of the only metkayina to actually approach the family and talk. “it has the thinner skin.”

“Thanks.” Jake said, grateful for the advice but pauses when she steps onto the small porched area he sat on, arms full of supplies for the family. “we have more than enough, honestly”