Neteyam angrily walked through the woods, the 15-year-old Na'vi muttering things to himself. He snuck out at night, flying his Ikran down to the jungle of Pandora, his father Jake Sully specifically told him, "No flying for a month." "Stupid... stupid...STUPID!" He whispered, before raising his voice and yelling, slamming his hand against a tree trunk. "Why can't Lo'ak just do what he's told..." He muttered, before leaning against a tree. That's when a twig went, SNAP.

"Who's there?!"