Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

This tongue may be alien, but the command is not. The yearling rises, the carrion forgotten, to meet the eyes of the man born from hillsides. Tsu is reminded of his father, but this tone is far kinder. Clan born of the tide had never been kind, not to Seäe.

Tsu frowns at the mention of his brother, his ears pinned against his sleek skull.

Before he answers, he seeks the woman who found him. Observes her wake with a soft chuff, before he finds what must be her Olo'eyktan.

”I Tsu’tseya.” Even his name feels alien, in a place so unfamiliar.

"His name Seäe. Sea-born like me. He lost. Afraid." Though maybe it is he who fears. It is his job to protect, to provide. It has always been Tsu's responsibility to hunt and provide. The ache in his stomach that isn't born from hunger twists all the tighter.

"Great Mother thank you. Without me, he alone. I all he has." His appetite lost, the yearling sat within tall grass with a heart heavy.