Naaghai Lowlands tibia

In his first few days properly living among The Tribe, Talisman feared he would not fit in with them. Especially after his first encounter with Zoug, he dwelled on his shortcomings. There was so much he didn’t understand about living in a group, not to mention this unfamiliar clime. He wondered if he’d bitten off more than he could chew and should slink away in the night.

But then Zoug took him under his wing. Not only didn’t Talis have any time to fret, every single outing knit him a little more tightly into the fabric of The Tribe. He learned how to hunt cooperatively, capturing enough prey that it entirely merited the use of caches. Zoug also taught him some of their conlang and introduced him to the many features of this arid habitat. In a matter of a few weeks, the pale young man felt like he was slowly and surely finding his place among the people of the sands.

He’d even eaten a scorpion! But truthfully Talis strongly preferred mammalian meat, so he was quite eager about Zoug’s chosen prey today. He crouched beside his elder, his body harder and trimmer after these past few weeks of effort, pale eyes fixed on the hares. Talisman licked his chops as energy coiled in his lithe muscles.

It’s all good! :D