Winter is soon coming, and the Tsahiks of the clans have predicted snow. It hasn’t shown in ages, not ever since the Great songs.

Neteyam is tired after days of flying, but he keeps a stern and strong facade as he and his father is met by a crowd, and the other Olo’eylektans and their heirs. It’s one of the two yearly meetings with the Olo’eylektans, and Neteyam is finally allowed to join his father.