@peculiarcharacters - lyell
he had always been the most clever out of his brothers. it had been noticed early on in his life, when he was just a pup. the elders of their clan had trilled with approval, gesturing to a younger ren'la.
he is cunning for his years, they had said. he will make a good hunter.
his brothers had been jealous-- erii was the eldest, had been born broad and bulky. his brute strength had been his more admirable trait. cho'rw was the middle son, and while he was a good hunter, he was impulsive. hot headed. always to eager to leap into a fight than assess the situation.
they were all freshly blooded now, and their current hunt led them to the world of 'oomans.
the heat of the lands shimmered wonderfully against ren'la's skin, as if he were home on yautja prime once more. he was alone for this outing, pulling his spear free of the coyote he had just slain.
the young yautja clicked softly, letting the weapon contract before placing it on his back, getting on a knee to take a trophy.
