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Thanator is the apex of the food chain across Pandora's land expanses. But even it cannot withstand the force of nature who was given the name Tamtey at birth.

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The research station Alpha in the Clouded Forest contains horrors that not only send chills down your spine, but also have a real chance of finishing off the unfortunate soul who steps over the laboratory's threshold. Hunters Alpha, Bravo, and Echo, born from the hands of scientists who long ago abandoned this place, caused trouble for Tamtey — she had to expend considerable effort to locate the base, break in and dig into the dark secrets of the abandoned RDA project. The building practically groans under her feet, being in a state of disrepair. The jungle, combined with the weather conditions and lack of wiring maintenance, mixes into a cocktail that devours metal and cabling.

Once again engrossed in restoring the power supply, Tamtey tenses up when she hears a grinding noise somewhere behind the wall. She manages to open a door, and the station plunges into an unnatural silence for several long seconds before a massive thanator crashes onto a suspended cage. The beast jerks its head, shakes itself off, and turns directly towards her. A thick layer of glass shatters under the force of its heavy muscle. Tamtey manages to leap back, firing her first shot. It hits the chest of the feral animal, making it stumble and howl. Enraged by the wound appearing on its body, the thanator redoubles its efforts, trying to grab Tamtey with any limb that can reach the young woman. The Na'vi, dodging the creature's lunges, hopes to exhaust the beast before it completely destroys the room. Making another leap, she pushes off the thanator's back, using its spine for a strong thrust. Trying to catch its prey, the creature twists, but exposes its neck. Tamtey seizes her moment, swinging her heavy bow and striking it directly on the breathing hole. Howling, the thanator falls, unable to get its legs under its right side. Realizing she has only an instant to maneuver, the Sarentu grabs an arrow and, without waiting for the hunter's next move, drives the sharp tip in as deep as possible. The thanator convulses, lets out a deafening roar, and, writhing in its final moments, gradually stops breathing, turning into a lifeless pile of muscle and bone. Tamtey fills her lungs with air, muttering a prayer under her breath. She sends the animal to Eywa, from whom it had been cut off for so long. Imagining for a moment a life without connection to the world around her, she shakes her head. The fate of the creatures subjected to RDA's experiments is not the one she envies. She runs her hand along the thanator's slightly open maw, spending her last moments alone with the body. Turning around and surveying the room, Tamtey takes her time, sifting through electronic and paper records. Flipping over another crate, she hears the grinding noise again. Going through options in her head, she tries to gauge the likelihood of another specimen being within the laboratory. Nevertheless, the grinding continues, accompanied by bangs and an unpleasant hum that becomes more noticeable as she approaches one of the sealed-off sections. Tamtey is finally convinced of another's presence when her radio picks up a signal. Tuning the frequency, she pricks up her ears and hopes her unauthorized network intrusion won't arouse suspicion.

— Alberto, what the hell is going on down there?!

— Hunter Delta is wreaking havoc on the upper floors again, sir. It's disturb-

— Leave him alone. As long as his aggression plays into our hands, we must stay at a safe distance. No unauthorized ears should get near the laboratory. Drawing the attention of the Resistance, let alone command, is not in our interest.

— I hear you, Professor.

— Good. You know how to listen when you want to. Continue the unloading. I need to get this section operational again soon. We can't wait. Flicking her tail, Tamtey realizes she can't turn back now — the way out is marked by an open door, but that's not what draws her attention now. Pulling out her SAM again, she starts looking for a way to penetrate the lower levels.

— Buddy, you okay?

— I might go off-air. Heading down lower.

— What did you forget down there?!

— Easy, Priya, — Tamtey continues working on the system. — I intercepted a transmission between some professor and one of the RDA soldiers. Looks like he's operating without his superiors' knowledge.

— At that same base where Hadjir worked?

— Yes. And I don't think this location was chosen by chance.

— You think...?

— That he's going to resume the experiments? Yes, — Tamtey finally manages to get the display to glow green. — That's exactly why I'm heading for the lower sections.

— Be careful.

Tamtey ducks through the doorway. Ahead lies a pile of dust, discarded weapons, and a few open lockers. Finding some materials inside, she pries open a ventilation shaft cover and begins creeping along the duct when she hears voices below. Soldiers are talking amongst themselves, revealing no important information. Still, Tamtey tries not to rush, waiting for them to pass through. The condition of these shafts leaves much to be desired, and an unexpected encounter with an AMP isn't a part of the plan. Reaching the end of the vent duct, Tamtey breaks through the metal again, emerging into a service room. It's crisscrossed with tangled pipes, one of which serves as a decent climbing point. Finding a gap in the foundation that proves quite difficult to squeeze through, Tamtey perches on another pipe. It connects with a group of others, disappearing somewhere into the wall.

Below her is a fairly spacious bay, already occupied by a small number of soldiers. The conversations lead Tamtey to conclude that this mysterious professor is selecting only those soldiers he can trust. Drawing attention to his unauthorized actions would bring consequences he clearly wants to avoid. Flattening her ears against her skull, Tamtey begins carefully moving along the support beams. They run along the glass wall of a control room, in which the Sarentu can hear distinct footsteps. Stopping at the wall, she carefully squeezes into the gap between the concrete slab and a barrier, ending up by a door. Hoping to find something worthwhile inside, Tamtey tenses and, waiting for the lock to open, slips into the control room with a swift movement. Knocking both soldiers off their feet, the Na'vi spins around and, confirming there's no threat, leans over the computer. Two tablets lie on it, containing identical information. The page offers only basic data, but what's displayed on the screen is enough to make Tamtey shudder.

— Priya, — Tamtey presses the button, trying to keep her voice low. — Priya?

— I hear you. The signal's still holding.

— They brought a thanator here, — the young woman studies the predator's photo. — An adult female. Healthy. Wild.

— They captured a thanator? Damn, that could go wrong in ninety-nine percent of scenarios.

— I'm amazed at your species' ability to land yourselves in situations that threaten everyone's safety.

— I share that amazement, — Priya exhales. — Do you know where she is now?

— I heard that grinding noise earlier. She must be nearby. Going out, I'll continue the search.

Cutting communication, Tamtey turns and goes back, starting down the corridor. The closer she gets to the large warehouse door on the lower level, the louder the sounds become. The screech of metal, loud growling and men's cursing, mixed with the crackle of electricity and the clanking of chains.

— That's what i'm looking for.

Tamtey looks up, spotting a closed hatch. Swearing under her breath, she spends time redirecting the electrical current, succeeding in the opening of the metal barrier. She manages to climb inside, balancing on a small ledge under her feet. Looking down, she scans the room with rapid eye movements until she stops at a massive cage in the center. Several AMP suits stand near the metal box, and between them, soldiers holding charged electric sticks. The poles, protected by steel casings, crackle in the men's hands. Making contact with the cage wall, they send a charge inside, making the animal within jerk and spasm.

— Vrrtep.

Tamtey bites her lip but keeps moving. The cruelty of humans no longer surprises her, but that doesn't mean it stops evoking negative emotions.

— What, you don't like it? — One of them laughs, continuing to send electricity through the cage. — She's still twitching. Tough bitch.

— Who'd have thought these freaks were so resilient.

They laugh again, this time in unison. Making a few swift moves, Tamtey reaches the other side of the room. In front of her are several electrical panels. Narrowing her eyes, Tamtey decides the easiest distraction maneuver would be a fire. Humans fear flames too much to ignore their presence. Flicking her tail once again, she grabs her heavy bow, moves to the opposite wall, and fires, hearing the distinct crackle of a short circuit. The emerging fire quickly fills the room with smoke. Tamtey manages to hide in the shadows near the ceiling as the soldiers drop their rods and rush toward the panels. AMPs are distracted along with them, confused by the unfolding panic. The entire room is plunged into darkness in an instant. Adapted to low light, Tamtey can see much better than the humans, who start running around trying to avoid the smoke and find a working light source. But that ceases to be their priority when a tremendous crash echoes through the bay. Tamtey turns her head, and her pupils constrict as she sees the cage door. It lies on the floor, bent, torn apart at the seams. Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Tamtey slowly raises her head, making eye contact with the thanator. The female, covered in blood, bruises, and cuts, but no less fierce than those the Sarentu has encountered before, abruptly shifts her gaze toward the nearest AMP suit. The woman inside barely has time to raise the suit's arm when the animal lunges toward the protective glass. The ensuing chaos allows Tamtey to bolt back the way she came. Finding her path to the previously closed door, she makes a sharp turn and grabs onto the metal cable, pulling herself outside with the strength of her arms. Breathing heavily, she swallows the lump in her throat and calls for her ikran. Temek appears seconds later, landing on the rocks nearby. Tamtey rushes to her mount's saddle, letting out a cry as she pushes off the ground and soars into the air. The research station falls away behind her, but the shivers that have nothing to do with the cold wind smashing into her face linger on Sarentu's neck for a long time after that.

* * *

The hunt in the Clouded Forest still triggers bouts of paranoia in Tamtey. She glances over her shoulder too often to chalk it up to fatigue. Those burning eyes with vertical pupils are still etched in her mind. The way that female lunged at the AMP suit suggested she can handle an enemy — RDA soldiers rarely stand a chance against Pandoran fauna without significant numerical or technological advantage. Thanators, known for their particular resilience and aggression, rightly become the primary focus of programs studying and taming Pandora's nature. The severed specimens resulting from this research don't even come close to their healthy counterparts. Fast, adaptive and intelligent, these creatures rightfully sit at the top of the food chain among ground predators across different biomes.

The encounter Tamtey thinks about too often happens precisely when the Sarentu needs support. She's cornered — Temek can't get through the thick branches above, and several AMP suits form a semicircle at the only gap in the roots, waiting for Sarentu to have to leave her hiding place. She tries to ignore the mocking tone and phrases attempting to provoke her that reach her ears. Swallowing hard, Tamtey silently utters a prayer to Eywa and prepares to make a dash when one of the suits starts staggering, trying to regain its lost balance. The soldiers turning toward their comrade allow the young woman to slip past, climbing higher for a positional advantage. She draws her bow and fires, causing a small explosion behind one of the suits. The metal colossus crashes down with a screech while the remaining suit tries to reach the Sarentu. A third scream catches both their attention when a roar echoes across the clearing, sending chills down her spine.

Trying to find purchase, thanator grips the frame of an AMP suit's cockpit, slipping again and again. A machine gun is already aimed at her, and there's no time to draw the bowstring. Tamtey gathers her strength, pushes off a growth on the trunk and leaps directly onto the suit. The pilot, whose mechanical support suddenly grows heavier, starts spinning in circles around his own axis until the na'vi finally manages to shatter the glass. Grabbing the soldier by the neck, she rips him from his seat, tossing him into the air. She pays no attention to the man gasping for air, her focus on the stalking hunter. The female is still breathing but can't free herself from the destroyed mechanism. After a few seconds, Tamtey decides to help the wounded animal. Bracing against the ground, she begins pulling at the creature's legs. Thanators are predators packed with muscle, towering over many fauna representatives. She has to expend considerable strength and time to help the creature crawl over to the tree roots. The female tries to hide, but there isn't enough space.

Tamtey thinks long and hard before briefly leaving for supplies. A stash in the nearest laboratory helps her fill her pack with medical and food provisions. Already beginning to doubt her own plan, Sarentu returns to where she left the female, pulling several chunks of fatty meat from her backpack.

— Look what I've got, — Tamtey says, as if calming a direhorse. — Tasty, fresh meat. Want some?

The predator does indeed look interested. Not trusting those sharp teeth, she tosses the food onto the ground. The thanator immediately cranes her neck and snatches the piece, swallowing it whole. Her attention shifts back to Tamtey's hands, in which a new piece quickly appears. Only after ensuring the beast will have a full stomach does Sarentu begin testing the boundaries of what's allowed. The female starts to doze off, allowing her to feel more confident. A full assessment of the wounds reveals that many are only starting to heal. Thanator's body bears bullet marks, scratches from metal shrapnel, and bruises from particularly strong impacts. Running her hand along the edge of a torn wound, she hears a growl and immediately withdraws her fingers.

— Let's try a different approach.

Her first task is freeing the female from her collar. The metal contraption, digging into the animal's skin, does nothing for its comfort. Working on bypassing the system and loosening the bolts on the structure, Sarentu manages to get the collar to yield to her hands. She snaps the object in half, hearing the screech of steel and seeing the occasional spark from severed wiring. With the collar removed, she moves on to step two. Tamtey begins treating the wounds as Nalin once taught her. She washes them with water, wipes them with leaves and then carefully applies a simple healing compound inside, a recipe So'lek taught her. It should keep potential infection under control, aiding in recovery. After ensuring she's covered all accessible injuries, Tamtey offers her patient a dapophet. Knowing thanators aren't picky eaters, she's not surprised when the female accepts several pieces of the fruit. Sarentu takes this as a small victory, deciding to leave the animal until the next sunrise. She can only hope the female makes it through till morning.

So'lek would certainly call her crazy if he found out. Thinking of the Resistance member, Tamtey merely snorts, starting to move back. Somewhere in the bushes, she left Temek, who appears a few hundred meters later. Her senses remain sharp, and her body calmly absorbs the sounds of the surrounding forest. No one is following her.

* * *

She visits the female almost every day. Expending all her energy on recovery, the thanator tolerates this audacity, satisfied with the offerings of meat and dapophet fruit.

The new encounter, which Tamtey awaits with a strange mix of fear and anticipation, comes as the day begins to wane toward sunset. Sarentu is stalking prey — her nose follows the scent of a bone helm rhino, whose hide the huntress needs. Pressed against the ground, she focuses, spotting the animal's silhouette ahead. Leaving a barrier of several rocks and trunks between herself and the beast, Tamtey draws her bowstring and, squinting, peers out from behind cover, aiming for the vulnerable breathing holes.

She doesn't get to release the string when a soft rustling sounds nearby. Na'vi freezes, trying to assess the situation. Such grace in movement isn't characteristic of hexapedes, and the absence of venom on her back suggests it's not a crawler. The muzzle appearing beside her silences the questions in her head, and the bow is drawn again. The female merely observes, not moving from her spot. She stands so close that Tamtey can feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her elbow draws back fully, the arrow rests against her hand, and, waiting for the rhino's optimal position, it flies from the weapon. The animal doesn't struggle for long — the deadly accurarcy of the shot to the vulnerable spot quickly ends its suffering. Exhaling, Tamtey hurries to the carcass, beginning to butcher it before the microorganisms of the Clouded Forest can reach it. Glancing around, she tries to watch her surroundings, but still misses when another rhino appears nearby. Ready to attack, it braces itself on powerful legs. But its impressive strength quickly proves useless when Pandora's fiercest hunter emerges from behind a pine trunk. The thanator pants heavily, pressing close to the ground, trying not to put weight on her injured leg. But it's enough to lure the herbivore into the trap of her jaws. It tries to struggle free, but the power of the bite, developed by these predators throughout their evolution, seals its fate. Continuing to butcher her own kill, Tamtey watches from the corner of her eye as the thanator begins to consume the herbivore before it has completely stopped breathing. This isn't cruelty—it's the law of nature.

Thanator begins her meal with a sound akin to purring. She only occasionally looks up, scanning the forest for signs of potential competitors. Tamtey quickly finishes with the hide, takes several pieces of meat, and rises, deciding to depart hastily. Turning, she meets the thanator's gaze, who returns to her food moments later. One should not stand between a hungry predator and its rightful kill.

* * *

Tamtey is pleased with how the recovery of her unexpected patient is going. She almost stopped limping on her front leg, most wounds are scabbing over, and a more familiar muscular silhouette is emerging on her body. Stable, natural nutrition, a return to the wild, and the absence of stress are doing their work, and Tamtey sees no reason for further intervention. She only hopes the RDA won't make efforts to recapture the animal.

She watches her from afar whenever the opportunity arises. Tracking a thanator is no easy task, given their almost complete lack of scent and these animals' influence on Eywa's gift. Most Na'vi are disoriented, unable to face the danger head-on until the attack itself. The dulling of senses and an almost primal fear accompany the animal's appearance, as it blends perfectly with its surroundings. The irony of the role reversal isn't lost on Tamtey — she herself uses the surrounding vegetation, trying to remain unnoticed. Of course, the female could easily catch her scent if the wind blows the wrong way. But for one reason or another, the Sarentu isn't afraid of that prospect. Sometimes she wants to reestablish physical contact. To get closer, to learn what thanators are truly at her arm's reach.

This opportunity falls into her lap when Tamtey returns to the forest in search of materials. This time she needs pinecones — the designs that have appeared in her mind require precisely the scaly texture of these fruits growing on treet runks. Returning to familiar territory, the na'vi isn't sure whether she should be alarmed. If the female truly wanted to kill her, she would have done so in her usual manner — quickly and silently. But she moves loudly. As if deliberately announcing her presence. Something allows Tamtey to continue her work, not even turning around when hairs at the base of her kuru stir under the beast's breath. She carefully grips the base of a cone, snapping it off with a smooth flick of her wrist.

Only a warm nose pressing directly against her nape distracts her from the task.

— Hey!

Tamtey startles, but doesn't pull away from the touch. The thanator begins investigating her back with her snout. The contact is barely perceptible, but it sends shivers along the skin of her spine and shoulders. Only after finishing collecting the cones does the young warrior turns, immediately coming face to face with the predator. She unexpectedly realizes how comical a thanator's face looks from such close range. She smiles, getting to her feet. Despite the animal's laying position, the Sarentu still feels small. Standing on all six limbs, the thanator nearly reaches the average height of an average Na'vi. In this pose, with some legs tucked beneath her, she doesn't seem so intimidating. But Tamtey doesn't forget to respect her personal space, circling the beast in a wide arch. The female watches her with a degree of interest, not taking her eyes off the young woman, who settles on a moss-covered rock and begins examining her harvest. The cones in her hands shimmer with shades of green, slightly scratching her skin in places.

— I need to consult Nefika about this. Definitely need some advice on the colors.

Tamtey mutters under her breath, stowing everything in her backpack.

When she starts walking toward the cliff where she leaves her bonded, she hears distinct footsteps behind her. Thanator again follows her with unusual loudness — typically silent and watchful predators, they don't make much noise, except for what comes from their throats. Several minutes pass surrounded by pines; Tamtey spots her ikran. The flying animal, agitated by the presence of the massive predator, rises on her hind legs and flaps her wings, trying to ward off the threat.

— Tam tam, Temek, — she reaches a hand toward the ikran's muzzle, beginning to stroke it. — It's alright. She won't hurt us.

Somewhat calmed, the banshee still doesn't take her eyes off the thanator. She, maintaining the distance, stands at the edge of the forest and the small clearing that forms on the cliff. Tamtey turns to face her, studying. She stands firmly on all six legs, her gaze sharp and searching.

— Nari si.

Temek turns and, waiting for the rider in her saddle, launches from the cliff with a powerful leap, almost immediately catching the wind currents with her wings.

* * *

Tamtey herself doesn't notice when she starts activley seeking out encounters with "her" thanator. She marks its approximate hunting territory on the map. Given the adaptability of this species, for Sarentu this female's hunting grounds aren't anything unusual. Unlike many predators, thanators quickly find ways to survive in the most diverse biomes. From the plains to the pines of the Clouded Forest which almost reach the sky.

Lifting her head, Tamtey examines one of these trees. It doesn't sway under the wind's force, its roots gripping the soil beneath with astonishing tenacity. Studying the thick needles, Tamtey doesn't notice as she emerges into an especially wide clearing. In the distance, several hexapedes are visible, which she hopes not to disturb. She hasn't come to this forest to hunt — her schedule now has enough gaps to find time for separate outings. Settling on a high rock, Tamtey peers into the vegetation, waiting. If the female wants to, she'll find her on her own. She can only hope that other thanators won't take advantage of this situation. Though Sarentu herself is beginning to notice what distinguishes this individual from others. Something in her mannerisms, in specific features of her face, allows Tamtey to be certain that this is that same female.

She pricks up her ears as soon as that very face appears near some fallen timber. Long claws dig into the wood. The thanator leisurely climbs atop one of the fallen trunks, pressing her chest against the bark. She emits a soft growl, baring her teeth.

Tamtey responds in kind.

— Someone's happy to see me.

The Na'vi descends from her rock, beginning to approach the predator. The beast doesn't change her position, remaining on the log. Tamtey finds her spot on a protruding root, balancing with her tail and free hand. Her other limb reaches toward the thanator's muzzle in a strange fit of curiosity. As soon as Tamtey extends her hand, her fingers are inspected. The breathing holes move, signaling that the female is drawing in her scent, investigating. The Sarentu runs her fingertips along one of the folds that covers the beast's teeth. It gives way, lying flush against the jaw. Lingering briefly, her hand moves to the pronounced bridge of the nose. The skin feels reminiscent of some human clothing items — hard, shiny, and only slightly elastic. Tamtey examines the creature's impressive skull, moving to the crest lying at the back of its head. Divided into segments, it expresses thanator emotions very well. When it rises, and a guttural growl escapes from the throat, Tamtey stops. She realizes her hand is too close to one of the neural whips. The kuru are the primary target of scientists who are trying to find ways to subjugate local fauna to human will. The Sarentu has little doubt that during her short time in captivity, the female endured numerous experiments that, in one way or another, studied the structure of her nervous system.

— Sorry. I won't touch them.

Moving to the lower segments of the crest, Tamtey takes one of them between her fingers, examining and rubbing it. The skin here is softer and stretchier, and the body part itself feels like cartilage under her touch. Descending from the neck, Sarentu sees a powerful shoulder transitioning into an elbow braced against the log. Three toes ending in sharp claws draw her attention. She takes one of them, pulling it toward her. To her surprise, the female allows Tamtey to take her paw onto her lap. Turning it slightly, Sarentu quickly notes the weight. At the fingertips, contrasting with the rest of the structure, she feels soft pads. Designed for enhanced traction with the ground and obstacles during movement, as well as softening steps and redistributing enormous muscle mass, they retain their softness, yielding easily to light pressure.

— Velvety, — Tamtey smiles. — I never paid attention to them before.

When the thanator pulls her paw back, Sarentu doesn't resist, allowing her to return to her original position. With the movement, Tamtey inadvertently notices the thanator's body — the traces of what she endured are barely visible. Scars, only noticeable from certain angles, shimmer with silver highlights, having slightly lighter shades of healed skin. Tamtey winces, remembering what many of these cuts looked like weeks earlier. But they're healing, and the female looks as if she'd never fallen into the hands of RDA soldiers.

— Try not to get any new scars before our next meeting, hmm?

* * *

So'lek allows Iley to slow as they descend toward the treetops. The ikran carefully maneuvers between protruding branches while his rider scans the forest below. Teylan guides him to the right spot, but finding his specific target proves a bit more complex than a simple question. So'lek expects nothing less from the Sarentu — she's stealthy, deadly and experienced. Several months in her native forests have transformed her into something that some Na'vi who've known Eywa's blessing for two decades never become. Something about her makes this female warrior adaptive, quick in absorbing information. She reminds him of a water lily that falls into the lake, consumes what nature provides, and turns into a strong flower that has found its niche in the food chain. Though Tamtey's place is much higher.

— Tamtey? — So'lek calls into the treetops, hoping to be heard. — Tamtey!

He doesn't hear a voice, but a cry. It's Temek, drawing his attention with a flap of her wings. She's perched on the twisted root of a large tree, near which So'lek almost immediately notices moths. Trying not to disturb the insects, he descends, and Iley, circling above the tree, finds a landing spot in the form of a small clearing. The ikran touches the grass smoothly, immediately shaking off the stirred-up pollen. So'lek strokes the animal's neck, moving to its head.

— Sìltsan, Iley. Sìltsan.

Temek, making a light leap from the root, lands beside Iley, immediately starting to nudge the other ikran in the chest. The predator squeaks indignantly but doesn't straw away from the touch, soaring into the air a moment later. Temek flies after him, beginning to circle above the forest. Watching the mounts for a few seconds, So'lek turns and heads toward the Kinglor tree. He climbs carefully — the moths sitting on the foliage, though not defenseless creatures, don't appreciate noisy guests. Climbing up to the platform formed between mighty branches, the man turns his head, noticing how focused Tamtey looks near a cluster of cocoons. She's examining the hanging silk, squinting critically.

— Tamtey?

She jumps, but immediately tenses, surprised. Her tail swishes behind her as her brain processes So'lek's image. Confirming the unexpected guest's identity, she exhales and smiles.

— Sorry. I didn't think anyone would follow me.

— I was looking for you, — So'lek tilts his head slightly. — Teylan said I would need your help.

The childishly interested look on the young woman's face makes the corners of So'lek's mouth lift. Just for a second.

— Something specific?

— Yes. I need to infiltrate an outpost. A remote one.

— Let me guess, — Tamtey tilts her head to the side. — One of those whose names I was searching for in RDA databases?

— You think fast.

She returns to the cocoons, finally taking her pick.

— I'll take this one.

Carefully separating it from the branch, Tamtey stows her find in her backpack. Watching one of the moths flutter by, So'lek can't help but ask, genuinely curious:

— What do you need silk for?

— I want to decorate my corner in the Resistance. I think it's too empty there.

So'lek raises an eyebrow.

— Nefika praises your skills. Do not forget to show her the work.

— So she can find new vigor with witcht to spread tales about my weaving skills? — The Sarentu laughs. — I'm getting a feeling she's trying to drag me into joining the Aranahe.

— Teylan has also grown closer to Zeswa. He is thrilled about their cheese.

— And Kin accepts his affinity for human technology. I like their understanding.

— Teylan is an indispensable part of our operations. That is why I sought his advice.

— The great So'lek? Seeking advice? — Tamtey's ears twitch, and her eyes glimmer with a small spark . — Are you sure you're okay?

— I am not that old, Tamtey.

— Whatever you say, karyu.

So'lek huffs, nodding to Iley and Temek flying above them.

— Can we go?

Tamtey nods.

* * *

The outpost has a decent security system. AMP suits and experienced soldiers regularly patrol the area, while air and ground turrets prevent infiltration from above or across open territory.

— Wait here.

Tamtey moves forward before the warrior can say anything. She pulls out her SAM, bypasses the system, and disables the turret blocking the path to the building's entrance.

— Careful.

She ducks around a corner, followed by So'lek. The mechanical sound of a passing AMP suit slowly fades. Concentrating, Tamtey confirms there's no surprise soldier waiting for them behind the containers. She immediately dashes toward an open corridor, forcing So'lek to hurry after her. They find themselves in a relatively empty bay — behind the shelving where the Na'vi hide, a few slacking soldiers mill about. Tamtey's only concern is the sniper perched above, patrolling the upper level. She squints, draws her bow and takes a quick shot, immediately ducking back. The arrow hits the enemy's chest, causing him to topple backward.

— Excellent shot.

— Watch and learn, old man.

She leaves So'lek with a few movements of her legs, climbing up a lift. So'lek decides to go directly beneath her, keeping an eye on the situation in the room. Tamtey disappears into the ventilation, reappearing on pipes near the ceiling. She moves along the upper reaches, jumps down on the opposite side, and, leaning slightly over the railing, opens a door in the corner of the bay. So'lek flattens his ears against his head, picking his moment and slipping past a patrolling soldier. Once behind the containers, the man makes a quick lunge and, disappearing from the enemy's field of vision, goes through the door. Tamtey follows, jumping down and almost immediately backing into the passage. They have a moment to catch their breath — the corridor is empty.

— Tamtey? — Teylan's voice comes through the comms.

— Teylan?

— I found the plans for the lower levels. The one So'lek is interested in has an office on this level.

— How do we get there? — the warrior immediately asks.

— You need to slip along warehouse B-1, find your way to the service areas, and get to the control room, where you'll find an elevator shaft leading to the lower levels.

— Thanks, Teylan. We'll check in for clarifications.

Tamtey is again at the forefront, sweeping away electronic barriers. So'lek notices how much the Sarentu's skills have grown: she moves through the rooms no worse than a shadow that merges with the walls. Only the soldiers who stand directly in their path suffer — she has no intention of drawing attention by the unexpected absence of a large number of patrolling officers. The warehouse turns out not to be that large, but quite confusing — corridors, side rooms, and living quarters intertwine in a veritable labyrinth. Tamtey tries to find time to confirm directions with Teylan whenever they catch a moment to rest in a quiet corner. There are several of these stops. So'lek realizes he's watching her each time such a moment arrives. She communicates with Teylan in a quiet, even voice. Visualizes the upcoming route, compares it with the actual layout of the warehouse. This image doesn't match at all with the confused, inexperienced na'vi the warrior helped rescue from TAP. Before him sits a true warrior, ready to face danger with the aggression of a thanator.

The control room greets them with soft blue light. Only a few engineers are inside, whom So'lek handles. The cleared room soon falls under Tamtey's critical gaze as she begins inspecting the wiring and finding ways to access the elevator shaft. So'lek observes from the side, keeping one eye on the room's entrance. Given the absence of a raised alarm, the risk is significantly reduced. But the warrior never rules out the possibility of random visitors.

— Got it.

Tamtey manages to force open the shaft doors, with the elevator car stopped at the top level.

— We'll have to climb down. There's not much space, and nothing to grab onto.

— I go first. I will try to catch you if you fall.

So'lek squeezes into the open gap. There isn't much room inside, and the shaft proves quite narrow. He braces his feet against the walls, beginning to slide down. It takes considerable time, but he manages to reach the shaft bottom, from where he looks up at Tamtey. The Sarentu, lacking such pronounced physical conditioning, exerts more effort, struggling to hold on. The metal offers good support, but it's her limbs that are starting to give out. Pausing about halfway, Tamtey tries to brace her back against the surface and release some strain from her arms. So'lek watches her with narrowed eyes, hoping she won't fall.

When only a few dozen meters remain to the bottom, Tamtey flinches as her foot begins to slip.

— Whoa!

— Jump, Sarentu, I will catch you!

Doubting for only a few seconds, the Na'vi exhales loudly, tenses, and finally allows her body to fall. So'lek reaches up, bracing his feet more firmly against the floor beneath him at the moment of contact with Tamtey. Crouching to absorb the impact, he still maintains his vertical position, pulling Sarentu closer to him.

— Uff.

— Sorry.

Tamtey's tail twitches, betraying her agitation. She scans the man for signs of discomfort, when unexpectedly, her young face is covered with purple spots.

— Is something wrong?

— You're holding me in your arms.

The warrior's eyebrow rises.

— Yes. Again, is everything alright?

— Y-Yes, — So'lek sees the young woman's throat move. She stumbles and swallows. — It's fine.

The man huffs.

— Not much further now.

Tamtey nods, quickly dropping to the floor. She looks at the elevator doors before them, trying to figure out how to get through the barrier.

— Do we use brute force, or try to hack it?

— Better not leave traces.

Sarentu spends a few minutes bypassing the security system in the room behind the metal doors. She manages to crack the code, forcing the doors to slide open. Immediately busying herself with scanning the room, she neutralizes one of the operators sitting at a computer. The man only has time for a sharp intake of breath before Tamtey strikes him on the head. The Na'vi slip through the open door into a network of rooms resembling barracks — beyond the glass and open doorways, mess halls, bedrooms, and showers are visible. Most of the people are asleep — probably rest hours for the soldiers by Earth time.

— Over there, — Tamtey points to the far side of the corridor intersection. — Is that the office?

— With a closed door.

— We'll need an access code. I doubt simple hacking will be enough.

— Or we will have to wait for the commander himself.

— That's a good option. If we're not spotted.

— Let us hope Wayland isn't delayed.

— So that's the name of this human? The one you're hunting.

So'lek nods.

— There are almost none left. Survivors from the Hallelujah Mountains.

— I think the People have their own name for it?

— Correct. The Battle of Ayram Alusìng.

— That's when Mercer tried to get rid of us. Because of Jake's uprising.

Tamtey stares at the floor. Judging by her flattened ears, the memories surfacing in her mind are connected to the TAP. So'lek places a hand on the Sarentu's shoulder, grounding her.

— You are still here. And Mercer rots in the rubble, dead by your hand. Remember that.

A faint smile returns to Tamtey's lips. They're still hidden around the corner when the office door opens. So'lek peers out, then quickly ducks back.

— That is him, — the whisper in his throat almost becomes a growl. — Wayland.

— This is our chance.

So'lek doesn't reply, lunging after the man. Tamtey barely manages to catch up with him in the corridors — the warrior moves almost without sound, occasionally glimpsed among the human metal. Tamtey follows the trail of the human and the Na'vi until she hears a strangled gasp. Breaking into a run, she finds So'lek in a maintenance stash. His hand is clamped around a human's throat. The man's face is turning blue from lack of oxygen. Tamtey bites her lip and wraps her tail around her leg, but she doesn't intervene. Wayland quickly goes limp, hanging as dead weight in So'lek's grip. The warrior exhales, releasing the body and letting it fall to the floor.

— You okay? — Sarentu asks out of pure reflex.

— Yes, — the warrior looks first at the wall, then shifts his gaze to the young woman's face. — We need to go.

They try to retrace their path. They manage to get outside just as the sound of an alarm blares across the inner courtyard. Soldiers begin scrambling frantically across the area, making it impossible for the Na'vi to slip through unnoticed. AMP suit chatter fills the air, signaling one thing — someone has discovered Wayland's body.

— Damn it.

Tamtey eliminates one soldier who ventured too close.

— We have to fight our way out of here, — So'lek grabs his rifle. — You ready?

Sarentu exhales, then bursts from their hiding place. She takes down an AMP suit with a clean strike to the glass. His scream draws attention, but Tamtey is already moving, picking off soldiers with precise shots from her bow and rifle. So'lek covers her rear, making sure no shots can be fired from concealed positions. Gunfire fills the area — bullets ricochet off walls, mingling with human screams and Na'vi hisses. Rounds graze past bodies. Grenades whistle near their ears, forcing them to squeeze their eyes shut or dive behind the nearest container. The cacophony quickly escalates into the noise of full-blown combat as Tamtey and So'lek push toward the exit. RDA clearly has no intention of letting them go easily — the main gate is sealed shut. But that doesn't mean all escape routes are blocked. Tamtey manages to scale the wall, pulling the warrior up after her. He immediately turns to face the enemy, continuing to fire from the high vantage point. Behind them lies the border of the Foggy Forest, swaying restlessly in the wind.

— Run!

So'lek leaps down after the young woman. Beyond the base walls, radio chatter can be heard. The chaos subsides, beginning to coalesce into an organized attempt to pursue the Na'vi. They come on foot — ikran don't navigate unfamiliar territory well. That puts them at a disadvantage in a chase — they race over tree roots, the pounding of metal suits clearly audible behind them.

— Faster, they're gaining on us!

Tamtey, outpacing So'lek, tries to cross another clearing when her feet falter. She stumbles, unable to regain her balance, just as a flash grenade lands nearby. Blinded, Sarentu tries to reorient herself when she's yanked backward by her tail. She screams as pain shoots up to her nape.

— Gotcha, you blue-skinned freak!

The AMP suit pilot grins as Tamtey hisses at him, still struggling to rise. So'lek tries to shake off his pursuers, but they've nearly cornered him — the soldiers have formed a tightening semicircle around the warrior. An AMP suit's mechanical arm rears back for another blow, and Tamtey braces herself, ready to fight back. Instead of pain, some else's scream cuts through her ears. The screech of metal and the crack of glass blend together before fading. A massive body blocks Sarentu's field of vision. Hind legs churning the soil, the animal digs into the earth, launching its enormous body forward a moment later. A roar that ripples through the forest draws a nearly feral grin onto Sarentu's face. She springs to her feet, ignoring the pain in her spine, and charges forward with a battle cry, following. The ensuing chaos plays to her advantage. She plunges straight into the heart of the RDA squad, scattering soldiers with strikes from her limbs. AMP suits try to regain their squad's structure for a shot, but their exposed rear is exploited by the thanator. The female turns the suits into piles of scrap metal. She has to twist and exert force, but even hardened steel eventually falls victim to her jaws.

Tamtey sends another arrow into the glass of one suit just as the ground vanishes beneath her. An AMP grabs her by the chest plate, flinging her aside. Sarentu tries to brace for a fall that doesn't come. Instead of earth, her hands meet warm, dense hide. Before her is a crest, flared in aggression. The pilot steps back, sending a stream of fire toward the predator. The thanator is faster. Tamtey barely manages to cling to the powerful mass beneath her as the predator veers left, flanks the suit and pounces, crashing chest-first into the machine's legs. The metal monster topples as the pilot futility tries to steady his craft.

— Damn beast!

Sarentu, finding her place closes to the thanator's shoulders, watches as the female's front paw presses against the suit's glass. The growl vibrating in her throat resonates through Tamtey's legs as she grips the beast's sides. Bracing her hands against the predator's skull, she catches the pilot's gaze.

— Gotcha, faketuan.

Tamtey deliberately, slowly dismounts from the thanator's back. She sees undisguised terror on the pilot's face as he frantically struggles with the straps securing him to his seat. With a powerful punch, Sarentu breaches the cockpit, grabs the man by his vest and continues staring into his face.

— You'll never find a place here, sky bastard. Your kind are prey for Pandora's children, who will devour you whole.

The man starts thrashing, screaming something unintelligible in a language Tamtey doesn't know. She brings his head toward the thanator's maw, which is already opening in silent offering. The moment the man's neck touches the lower teeth, the jaws snap shut. Blood runs down the AMP suit, the RDA uniform, the thanator's mouth, and Sarentu's hand. Snorting, she tosses the headless body back into the cockpit. It crashes down, landing with a broken squeal.

Tamtey's attention immediately shifts to the thanator. She reaches toward the beast's muzzle, which meets her halfway. The female licks the blood from her wrists, allowing her to stroke her enormous head.

— Sìltsan, sìltsan palulukan, — she smiles, running her hands above the thanator's eyes. — Good girl.

Thanator's head jerks to the side at the sound of heavy breathing nearby. Tamtey turns, seeing So'lek watching the scene with a mixture of astonishment and wariness.

— Ma'Eywa. — So'lek whispers under his breath.

— Mawey, ma' So'lek, — she strokes a finger along the thanator's nasal ridge. — She won't hurt you.

The female jumps from the AMP suit. Her breathing holes flare, and she slowly circles the warrior, almost as if stalking him. So'lek watches her just as intently, but his shoulders relax slightly.

— You never cease to amaze me, Sarentu.

Tamtey snorts.

— She saved us. Be grateful.

The young huntress leaps onto the thanator's back, already feeling more confident. The female beneath her shifts, tilting her head slightly to the side.

— Palulukan Makto.

— Rider of the dry mouth that brings fear. It has a nice ring to it.

When the beast's head turns closer to her, Sarentu raises an eyebrow and leans forward slightly, looking into the eye with its narrow pupil. Suddenly, a neural queue appears before her, curving and floating closer to her face. The girl blinks in surprise, shifting her eyes to So'lek.

— Is she...?

— Make the bond, taronyu.

Tamtey feels her body tremble with anticipation. She reaches for her own queue. Her neural strands move in a fluid rhythm as Sarentu takes the thanator's kuru in her other palm. Their minds connect in a sharp, swift dance. From the overload, Tamtey closes her eyes and grips the thanator's sides tighter with her legs. The female responds in kind, raising the front of her body. She shakes herself and takes a deep breath. The young woman feels, with every particle of her own skin, how Pandora's air fills another's lungs. She feels the thanator's power — unbroken, wild, unimaginable. Power that has subjugated the planet's lands, that has made seasoned hunters tremble in fear. Power before which many clans bow in respect. RDA never stood a chance against this mighty beast.

— Listen to her breath, — So'lek strokes Tamtey's knee. — Feel her bloodlust. The instincts of a hunter. Become a beast yourself.

Sarentu shudders, her eyes snapping open as she looks at the warrior.

— So'lek...

— I remember what it's like. To be one with a predator's mind, — the man releases the knee, instead stroking the thanator's shoulder. — Don't let that feeling consume you. You consume it. You are a calculating, deadly predator. Apex of the food chain. You don't stoop to the level of those who kill out of cruelty. You kill to protect your territory, for sustenance.

Tamtey swallows but nods.

— Climb on.

So'lek looks at the huntress with a hint of disbelief.

— She won't eat you, — she snorts. — Well, maybe she'll chew on you a bit.

— You are very reassuring, Sarentu.

— Stop it. Or I'll feed you to her myself.

The man climbs onto the predator's broad back as she begins impatiently digging at the ground with her claws. Tamtey lets out a surprised yelp when So'lek places his hands on her waist.

— I never rode a palulukan before, — he says. — I need something to hold onto.

— I know!

Sarentu replies loudly. She knows the man is grinning in response. Gripping the base of the thanator's tendrils, the Na'vi presses closer to the beast's back, sending her into a gallop with a single thought. The female launches forward, beginning to move through the forest. Tamtey barely registers the trees blurring past — the thanator tears across familiar ground with the grace and speed only an animal like her possesses. The thanator's body sways side to side with each maneuver between roots. Both Na'vi barely notice when they arrive in more familiar territory.

— Cascading Stones. I think her territory is somewhere around here.

The thanator stops by one of the cliffs, gazing ahead. Despite Tamtey's hesitation, she continues forward. Several dozen minutes bring them to the Stone Cloud Valley — the place where the Resistance hideout is concealed.

— Do you think she's leading us to the HQ?

— I just hope she does not scare anyone inside.

As the young womam suspects, the thanator only slows when they reach the main entrance to the cave. Familiar rock formations bring a measure of calm. Thanator stops at the very threshold. Tamtey dismounts first, breaking the bond with the predator. So'lek climbs off after her, stopping at her right side. Sarentu traces a few circles on the female's shoulder. The thanator rubs her chin against Tamtey's temple. Going inside, they immediately encounter Ri'nela and Teylan. Teylan rushes over, inspecting her.

— Are you okay?! I was worried!

— It's alright, Teylan, — Sarentu ruffles the youth's head. — A little banged up, but we're alive.

— You're covered in scratches. — Ri'nela critically examines her friend.

— No serious wounds, I swear.

— I'll still insist on treating them.

Tamtey exhales, knowing that arguing with their tsahìk is a futile endeavor.

— Fine.

Ri'nela pulls her friend along, while So'lek follows. As the tsahìk rummages through her supplies, the warrior settles down beside young Sarentu. He runs his hand along hers, getting her attention.

— Are you alright?

— Yes, — Tamtey exhales. — I'm a bit shaky.

— After the bond?

Sarentu nods affirmatively.

— It shall pass. Breathe deeper.

So'lek carefully places his hand on her back, soothing with circular motions of his palm. The gesture is interrupted by Ri'nela, who kneels beside them with a bowl in her hands. The healing ointment is a deep green color. Next to her sits a bucket of water, from which Ri'nela takes a cloth, beginning to wipe away the dirt caked onto the wounds. Following this, Ri'nela takes the bowl of ointment. The tsahìk applies it with practiced movements as Tamtey presents different areas of her body. Throughout this, So'lek watches Sarentu's face — her expression shows almost no discomfort. She winces only twice, but otherwise accepts the treatment calmly. The man doesn't notice as the tsahìk moves on to him. His wounds are slightly more serious — in some places, blooming bruises are impressive in size. Patches of dried blood are still visible on him.

— You'll need to take a bath, — says Ri'nela, holding his wrist. — Tamtey could use one too. In a few hours.

— My shelter has a suitable body of water.

— It's not wise to travel far after such a battle, So'lek. Your body needs rest.

— There's a waterfall nearby, not far from here. It's quiet. No need to climb or fly.

— Take him there, please, — the tsahìk hands the bowl of ointment to her friend with a smile. — And apply the mixture to his wounds. It should help you both recover quickly.

— You've settled into the role perfectly, Ri'nela.

She flicks her tail against Tamtey's shin.

— Go, before I confine you both to bed rest.

So'lek allows Sarentu to take his arm as she leads him toward the back entrance. They ascend the stairs, cross a walkway, and emerge outside.

— This way.

A few minutes later, a clearing opens before them. Carved into the rock, it shelters a spacious body of water. Water cascades from the Giant's peak, shattering against the surface and flowing onward. To where the rock meets the soil.

Tamtey approaches the shore first. She dips her feet into the water, flinching slightly at the coolness.

— I won't look.

So'lek looks at the girl's back questioningly.

— I am an adult male, Tamtey. I have no reason to be shy of your gaze.

The Sarentu turns to him. Her tail twitches.

— I still can't get used to such openness.

— Na'vi are truly close to nature. We have no concept of "shame" when we stand before Eywa.

— My concept of shame, unfortunately, aligns with the human one.

— You will get used to it, if you practice.

Tamtey doesn't reply, looking at her toes digging into the sand. Interactions with those who grew up on Pandora are still difficult for her. This includes hygiene, which is often practiced in groups. Age groups visit the river on different days and times, but almost all follow one rule — complete nudity. Tamtey, still unsure of her own body, can hardly bring herself to bathe in open water. She doesn't even consider joining the Aranahe in their washing rituals.

— You can turn away if it becomes uncomfortable for you.

So'lek begins to strip off his armor. The chest piece comes first. His insignias — his trophies — clink as the warrior's hands move across his clothing, unfastening and pulling. Arm braces, ammunition, weapons. All of it ends up in an organized pile, placed under a nearby tree. The loincloth is held by several tight knots, which So'lek begins to undo. Tamtey, who had been studying the water all this time, decides to peek out of the corner of her eye. At that very moment, the last layer of fabric falls from the man's body, and he stands before her as naked as the day he was born.

— Oh!

Sarentu covers her face with her hands and turns back toward the waterfall. She hears something resembling a laugh, but the sound quickly fades.

— You truly are embarrassed, hì'i ioang.

— Skxawng.

So'lek walks past, making Tamtey gasp in surprise again. He quickly submerges himself in the water, showing no discomfort from its low temperature. His tail appears above the surface as he approaches the falling water. Reaching out his arms, he takes a few steps forward, finally placing himself under the strong current. Stepping back moments later, So'lek emerges. In Polyphemus' light, he resembles a mirage — wet skin reflecting light, shimmering with all shades of blue and azure. From this angle, numerous scars are visible. Fresher wounds crusted over. Those he received during today's excursion. Despite it all, his back remains broad and strong. Muscles shifting beneath the skin create an impression of power. Tamtey thinks about how such strength is contained within a lean, yet powerful body.

She realizes she's blatantly staring when So'lek looks back at her.

— What is it?

— It's nothing.

The phrase comes out strained and husky. So'lek doesn't pursue it, but Tamtey notices the corner of his lip twitch upward. She sits on the shore, studying her hands — small traces of blood still remain. Sarentu can almost feel the dirt drying on her skin. Reaching toward the water, the girl begins to carefully rub her wrists. The water is clear, but with it comes that feeling of cleanliness. Running her fingers through it, she's about to scoop up another handful when a purring sound comes from behind. Her tense shoulders quickly relax as her ears process the sound. Tamtey turns, looking at the thanator who has stopped a few meters from her.

— Decided to join?

Sarentu watches as the predator approaches the water. She bends down, beginning to drink. Her large tongue moves across the surface, scooping liquid into her mouth. After several long gulps, the female pulls back and licks around her teeth. As if in thought, she doesn't move from the spot, lowering her hindquarters to the ground. Tamtey strokes along the fold of her crest, gradually shifting her gaze toward So'lek. The man continues, carefully washing the dirt from his wounds which cover his shoulders. When he tries to reach his back, the warrior quickly gives up.

Tamtey bites her lip and, despite her doubts and Ri'nela's advice, begins to unfasten her own chest piece. She opens the clasps, trying to be as quiet as possible. As if she wants to give So'lek a surprise. A pleasant one? She can only hope. With each item of clothing that leaves the young woman, she feels the heat spreading through her body more intensely. She knows embarrassment is coloring her face a deep shade purple. Only her songcords remain on her wrist. Her mother's and her own. Tamtey shifts to look at the two precious items, removing them with a careful motion of her hand. She doesn't want to lose something so precious at the bottom of the pond. Tucking them inside her chest piece, Tamtey looks at herself. Her naked body is unfamiliar to her eyes, but the physical reaction is entirely different. Pleasant shivers run across her skin, as if reminding her that in this form, she belongs to the world. It is this body that aligns with Eywa's design — uncovered, exposed to the light touch of the wind.

Tamtey takes a step, then another. Her hand instinctively reaches for the thanator's back, tracing a thick line along the beast's broad spine. The predator responds with a low, rumbling purr.

— Wish me luck. — Tamtey whispers, beginning to enter the water.

Almost immediately, the cold seizes her. But the sensation quickly fades as her eyes focus on So'lek. The man is already massaging his calves, leaning against one of the protruding rocks. Tamtey knows he'll hear her soon — the water's resistance prevents her from moving silently. But the Na'vi still takes the moment, observing his brows furrowed in concentration and his hands moving smoothly.

So'lek notices, rather than hears, her approach. The ripples forming on the water's surface catch his attention. Studying the water, he lifts his head, finally meeting Sarentu's eyes. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and her face is full of uncertainty and embarrassment. Her tail disturbs the water below, and her ears are nearly flat against her temples.

— You actually did it, — the man speaks in that same calm tone that irritates Tamtey in stressful situations. — Commendable.

— Shut up.

There's not a hint of sharpness in the word. Tamtey hurries under the waterfall's streams, whether to show courage or to escape So'lek's direct gaze. She runs her hands over her neck and collarbones, feeling the force of the water crashing against her body from a great height. Bracing herself on the rocky bottom, Sarentu lifts her head and lets the water flow over her. It invigorates, clears her thoughts. Brings a sense of lightness. Tamtey bends forward, letting the waterfall continue its course down her back.

She flinches when she feels a touch on her shoulder blade.

— Sorry.

— It's okay, — Tamtey turns, looking at So'lek. — Did you want to scrub my back?

— Yes. You still have streaks of dirt on your spine

— Mm.

Tamtey is surprised at how gentle the man's touch is on her back: he slowly moves from bottom to top, top to bottom. She relaxes under the soft, massaging motions. So'lek pauses at her waist, returning to her nape. When his massive palms encircle the young woman's delicate shoulders and begin to squeeze, she feels a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

— Your shoulders are very tense.

— Considering the number of hours I've spent fighting a pull of a bowstring, that's hardly surprising.

So'lek pauses at the back of Tamtey's head, assessing his work. She turns to face him, trying not to draw attention to her exposed chest. If So'lek notices, he doesn't acknowledge it.

— Turn around.

So'lek looks at her with a slight amusement dancing in his eyes. Once he does turn, he reaches for the base of his queue as Tamtey's fingers touch it.

— Your hair is very tangled.

— I have not let it loose in a long time.

— I can help.

Tamtey realizes how intimate unbraiding someone's queue can be in another's presence — usually this privilege extends to family members and loved ones. For this same reason, her jaw drops when So'lek, without any questions, turns his back to her.

— Wait. I'll grab something.

Emerging onto the shore, she approaches the pile of her clothing. Tamtey lifts her head and contracts her throat several times, flexing her vocal cords. Responding to the call, Temek circles above the clearing, landing a few meters from her rider. Tamtey reaches out a hand to her, stroking the ikran's nasal ridge with a wide smile.

— Sorry. I need the saddlebag.

From it, the Na'vi retrieves a bag of hygiene supplies. Gradually, she is learning to reproduce local recipes, including natural soaps made from sturmbeest fat. The sensation after using this product satisfies her hygienic needs much more thoroughly. Turning to So'lek, she notices the man hasn't taken his eyes off her. He continues standing in the same spot, patiently waiting for the Sarentu to continue. Trying not to dwell on this too long, Tamtey returns to the water and, submerging herself, moves behind the warrior. She reaches for his queue, beginning to untangle the strands.

— I'll be gentle.

Sarentu is trying more to convince herself than to reassure the man. So'lek doesn't seem agitated. As if he trusts her completely. This has a much stronger effect than Tamtey expects. Her hands tremble as she pulls on the ribbon holding the braid together. The strands refuse to separate, held together by dried blood, dirt, and trapped leaves. Tamtey sticks out the tip of her tongue in concentration, beginning to work through the tangles. Taking the soap, which is neatly placed on a flat stone nearby, the girl lathers her fingers and continues. The grime begins to yield, giving the hair a more natural appearance. Foam slowly floats on the water's surface, quickly disappearing under the current. Tamtey tries not to rush, but also doesn't let her gaze linger on the man's back before her. That could be the last straw for her composure.

"He just asked you for help, skxawng. Don't read into it."

Her heart quickens at the mere thought that So'lek might read all her existing feelings in her actions. Steeling herself, she moves to the back of his head, working through the smaller braids. Gradually yielding, So'lek's mane seems to break free from the captivity of bands and ribbons. While the hair soaks, she rubs the residual dirt from So'lek's back. Taking care of that, Sarentu returns to his untangled braid. Tamtey notices he has much more hair volume than initially appears. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she asks before she can think:

— How do you take care of all this?

So'lek grunts.

— Sometimes — with great difficulty, — he admits. — But it helps me feel closer to the forest.

— The forest clans are more inclined to grow their hair out.

— Mm. The Aranahe. Zeswa's long hair can get in the way during hunting and riding.

— I like adoring my head with beads and trinkets alike, — says Tamtey. — It makes me feel... more attractive. Especially when others mention it.

— You do not need any validation to be beautiful.

Tamtey freezes. Her hands, still weaving through the locks on top of So'lek's head, stop. The man's shoulders tense. Another eye might not notice. But the Sarentu immediately catches how his body draws tight.

— I—

— You think I'm beautiful, So'lek?

The boldness of the question surprises them both. The warrior doesn't answer immediately. Young huntress begins to think he won't speak at all. But he swallows, and turns towards her.

— Yes. Yes, Tamtey. I find you attractive.

The girl gathers a bit more soap on her fingers, applying it to his temples and hairline. So'lek carefully lowers himself. He sits on a rock hidden beneath the water's surface, allowing Tamtey a more comfortable position to work.

— And I still think it is not appropriate.

— Why?

Tamtey asks from the heart. The question of reciprocity gnaws at her. And why, if feelings truly exist, the former member of the Trr'ong clan still won't let them come to light?

— You are young. Beautiful, wise beyond your years, talented and resourceful. A desirable match. Should you show interest, a line of suitors would form. Zeswa, Aranahe, Kame'tire. Any young man close to your age would consider your attention a blessing from the Great Mother. Hunters, craftsmen, healers, warriors. All of them at your disposal.

— And if I'm not interested in those clans?

So'lek pauses, unsure how to answer. Tamtey pulls him toward her, carefully positioning the man's head under the cascading water. She rinses the soap, leaving his hair shiny with absorbed moisture.

— If I say...

The girl lets So'lek straighten up, takes a step and looks up at him. Her tail rises above the water's surface, betraying her agitation. She swallows, lifts her chin, and looks into the golden eyes before her.

— If I say that I await the attention of only one warrior, what would he answer?

Tamtey places her palm on the man's wrist and squeezes, hoping it will give him confidence.

— What man has captured the mighty Sarentu's heart?

The huntress snorts.

— He's stubborn, unyielding, impulsive at times, — she places her other hand on the man's chest. — Experienced, forged in battle. Cold with his enemies, but gentle with those close to his heart. Not lacking in physical qualities. Though he wouldn't admit it.

So'lek's expression is nearly unreadable — a mix of concern and something struggling to break free.

— Tamtey...

— Show me that courage they speak of, So'lek, — the girl rises onto her toes, stretching upward. — Kiss me, ma' tsamsiyu.

The first touch of lips comes from Tamtey, but the man responds. The kiss is soft, careful. Almost frightened. Sarentu places her hand on the man's cheek, stroking it. She remains where she is when he pulls back.

— You are playing with fire, somtìlor.

— Warning me, then calling me a name like that. You really are a fool, So'lek.

They kiss again. This time So'lek leans in first. Tamtey feels him grow bolder. His hands travel down her back, hold her waist. Stop at the base of her tail, allowing her to press even closer. The water around them fades into the background. Tamtey places her hands on the nape of his neck, squeezing.

— Stop me, — So'lek's voice comes out unexpectedly husky. — Stop me, for Eywa's sake. Tamtey...

— Don't stop.

Tamtey startles at the volume of the growl that escapes the man's throat. His hands begin exploring lower. Gripping her buttocks, he lifts her from the streambed, pressing her back against the rock. The stone beneath her skin is cold and unforgiving. But the shivers almost immediately recede when So'lek bites her shoulder. His fangs clamp down but don't draw blood. On her neck, his mouth behaves more gently — Tamtey feels a mixture of tongue, saliva, and lips intent on leaving marks.

— So'lek...!

— You have no idea what you do to me, do you, ma'yawntu?

The man deliberately, slowly runs his hand along Tamtey's chest, drawing a soft moan from her with a firm touch of his palm on her nipple.

— You make me turn into a beast. Chase you into the thick of things as you charge at the enemy with the fury of a thanator.

Tamtey pulls his hair at the back of his head, hearing his hiss. The Na'vi doesn't brace against the rock or try to cling to his shoulders for support — she knows So'lek holds her firmly.

— You have much in common, — the man doesn't say it directly, but Tamtey knows he means the female still lying on the shore. — Rulers of the forest, making your enemies tremble in terror.

Continuing to press the young woman between himself and the rock, he lifts her slightly higher, allowing himself to reach her exposed chest with his mouth. Sarentu's mouth opens in surprise as sharp teeth touch her hardened nipple. The saliva left on it sends shivers across her skin as the wet surface meets the cool morning air.

— Elusive, mighty predators. Capable of fighting off anyone who threatens them on their territory.

So'lek pulls her closer.

— I am afraid of you, palulukan makto. Your very existence terrifies me.

Tamtey draws air noisily through her teeth.

— Sometimes I think you could devour me whole. The way you look at prey. Right before you strike. To end someone's life in the most terrifying and beautiful manner.

She sees genuine fire in So'lek's eyes.

— Carry me to the shore, — Tamtey hears the huskiness in her own voice. — Take me.

— Tstew taronyu.

The ease with which So'lek carries her in his arms stirs something deep in the huntress' abdomen. As soon as her back touches the grass, she wraps her legs around the man's thighs. She hears the thanator's breathing a few dozen meters away, turns her head toward the beast, but So'lek makes her look into his eyes, grabbing her chin and kissing her cheek.

— She should fear you, — So'lek practically growls into her skin. — Show her who this forest belongs to.

The grass beneath her shoulder blades prickles. After the rock and the ground, her back will certainly ache, but right now her mind contains only concerns regarding So'lek. As if in answer to her future discomfort, she scratches the skin along the man's spine. The warrior continues kissing her as if he hasn't felt the pain, but when he manages to catch a breath, he licks his lip and snorts.

— Scratching, ma' hì’i palulukan?

— You called me a fiercless predator yourself.

Tamtey confirms her words by catching the skin around his jugular vein with her fangs. So'lek freezes. She likes feeling the vein pulse beneath her tongue along with his accelerated heartbeat. So'lek wasn't lying. Sarentu truly can frighten him.

— You like it. — Tamtey doesn't ask, she states.

The man's tail thumps against the ground.

— Only if it is you.

So'lek offers her his neck once again, tilting his head back. Sarentu allows herself to grip his throat and kiss beneath his jawline. Blood accelerates through her vessels as Tamtey feels the man's breathing become sharper.

— You evoke every kind of fear in me, ma'yawntu. I fear for you when you risk yourself to root out RDA from our homeland. I fear you when your power surges and tears others apart.

He swallows, and a lump shifts beneath Tamtey's fingers.

— I dread imagining what this body will become when it fully matures.

— I'm already mature enough for you, ma' So'lek.

She moves her hips, and the resulting contact draws a low moan from the man. Tamtey releases So'lek's throat, moving down along his ribcage, descending to his lower back, and stopping at the inside of his thigh. Her fingers barely brush the tense shaft of his manhood, but she already licks her lips. This gesture simultaneously expresses anticipation and reveals her apprehension. Tamtey has only a basic understanding of the rituals sex implies. An education that included the fundamentals of human procedures is completely inapplicable to true, natural union with a member of their species. It's in this moment that Tamtey understands the purpose of keeping them away from this knowledge: Mercer didn't want to see them in a true, pure environment. Loving, and, most importantly, learning to accept that love.

Realizing the memories are constricting her chest, the girl shakes herself and returns her attention to So'lek.

— Are you okay?

The warrior manages to notice her distress. She exhales and nods, hiding her face against his collarbone.

— Yes. Sorry, the past is haunting me again.

— You were not instructed in the basics of our reproduction, were you?

— Another form of control.

So'lek takes her hand in his and kisses her palm.

— You are not a product of TAP. You are a hunter. A child of Pandora.

— I am a hunter.

She repeats it. It becomes a little easier. She gratefully touches her lips to his cheekbone.

— You haven't forgotten my request, oh great warrior?

— Ma'Eywa, Tamtey.

— Take me before her forest, So'lek. Show the Great Mother how strong our bond can be.

Limbs intertwine. At times, Tamtey can barely separate her body from his. It feels as though his hands are everywhere. Fingers squeeze her nipples, tickle the skin on her torso, quide her waist. Hands, seeming enormous compared to her small palms, cup each breast. She doesn't know which way to arch. So'lek doesn't stop, driving the sensation to its peak.

— Tamtey.

She catches herself uttering the man's name like a mantra. As if in prayer. And she can admit to herself that she's ready to worship what appears before her. So'lek...Open, surrendering to instinct. Not holding back his true feelings.

— How long?

The warrior licks his lips, hovering over waist.

— How long have you felt that pull?

— Since you were taken by the RDA, — he swallowed. — Kidnapped for the first time.

He lowers himself further, resting his cheekbone against her bent knee.

— I was beside myself. Could not show it to the others. Waited for you at the door. When Ri'nela said she had managed to contact you... Great Mother, I have never run so fast. I tried to calm myself while awaiting your return. Barely managed to steady my body when you appeared from the foliage.

— I was so happy to see you, So'lek.

— Me too, paskalin.

His teeth continue marking her. Starting at her knees, he slowly raises Tamtey's leg onto his shoulder. When he's satisfied, his head lowers so much that she can brace her heels against his shoulder blades.

— Hold onto me.

— So'lek...

The single warning proves useful. She truly has to grab his hair when the man's tongue lands directly on the folds of her womanhood. Her whole body jerks, and the force of her spasm drives So'lek deeper.

— Ah!

Tamtey doesn't know what she likes more: the sensation of his tongue inside, or the moan torn from the man's chest from the force with which she presses him into her pelvis. Pulling back just a hair's breadth, So'lek demonstratively licks his lips.

— Catching me in your trap, ma'yawntu.

— Do you want to be in my power, mighty warrior?

— Do not you already have power over me, Tamtey?

The Sarentu doesn't answer, allowing him to continue. She leans back onto the grass, closing her eyes and focusing on his touch. The outside world gradually fades, only occasionally drawing her attention with a particularly loud rustle from an insect falling from a branch. Her focus shifts almost entirely to how skillfully So'lek stimulates her senses. From how her thighs clench under the influence of his fingers, down to his deft tongue. Her muscles begin to tense more and more, the knot in her belly growing larger.

— So'lek- Mmm!

— Are you close, somtìlor?

— Y-Yes.

He exhales through his nose, disturbing the sparse hairs on her skin.

— You have relaxed, — carefully touching her womanhood with his fingers, So'lek nearly knocks all the air from her. — Ready, paskalin?

— Get on with it, — Tamtey takes several deep breaths. — I'll stop you if I need to.

— I know.

The confidence in his words transfers to her. Closing her eyes, she feels circular movements. His hand is tense — he's restraining himself for her sake. The mere thought of how the man fights his own instincts for her inexperienced body makes her move closer. Muscles yield slowly but surely — Tamtey tries to discern which sensation prevails. But pain and pleasure blend so completely that they erase all possible boundaries. Unable to distinguish either, she tries to focus on her breathing. So'lek listens, trying to detect signs of significant discomfort. They remain in this limbo for long minutes. The man continues working around her folds, touching her clit with his fingertip. The touch knocks all the air out of the huntress. Her head presses into the ground, eyes roll back and mouth opens in an attempt to get her fill of the air around them.

— So'lek!

—Tamtey.

The foreplay stretches for long minutes, feeling like hours. So'lek leaves tooth marks on her, works skillfully with his hands, and pulls away only when Tamtey nearly loses touch with reality. The pleasure flowing through her veins relaxes her muscles and carries her thoughts away. The man surveys her naked body, completely trusting him. Swallowing, So'lek wraps his hand around himself, groaning softly and biting his lip. The tension has long since reached its peak, and the blood pooled in his flesh burns from within. Focusing on slow, smooth movements, the warrior leans over Tamtey, beginning to enter her. The girl beneath him holds her breath, studying So'lek's expression in the silence hanging between them. There's almost no pain — her experienced lover has ensured her readiness. Most of the sensation comes from the unfamiliarity of such intimacy. How her muscles stretch under the pressure, her fingers curling in anticipation.

— Ma' Tamtey...

— Move, So'lek. Please.

The rhythm is ragged, unstable. She sees lines appearing on So'lek's face. He tries to hold back, but nature begins to overcome him. Starting to lose the battle, the warrior grows bolder, sharper, more passionate. Tamtey barely keeps up with the storm of touches, quickening thrusts and bites scattered across her neck. Moans grow louder. Their union begins to resemble something feral. Naked, sprawled on the Great Mother's earth, they lose track of time, pleasure, and spoken words. So'lek showers her with compliments and promises. Tamtey believes every phrase, catching them with her lips. They turn dark purple — blood rushes to them, seeping through bitten skin, becoming red and crusting on the surface. The pain both intoxicates and clarifies, creating conflict. And the roar of the beast nearby turns this into true madness as Tamtey catches the gaze of bright yellow eyes. The female observes the act that Eywa's design has instilled in all creatures under her watchful eye.

When So'lek finally finds the strength to stop, she is spent — bruises bloom on her body, muscles ache and exhaustion prevents her from lifting her limbs. This feels so pleasant she wants to remain in this moment forever. Forcing her eyes open, she sees So'lek, who has already gathered fruit growing nearby and brought the bowl with the healing salve. He places her head on his lap, beginning to feed her broken-off pieces. She, in turn, slowly applies the remedy on the skin she can reach.

— So'lek.

The man looks into her eyes, seeing certainty in them.

— What does this mean? For us.

— Only what you see, paskalin.

Tamtey shifts her gaze to the waterfall. She ponders, beginning to piece things together. Memories, small gestures. He makes the first bead for her songcord, gifts to her traditional weapon she never used before. Allows her to help on his path of vengeance. They walk hand in hand. Only a year has passed since the Sarentu clan became part of this world again. But she already wants to share it with someone special.

— Will you be my mate, ma' So'lek?

Almost immediately, surprise appears on his face. His hand freezes mid-air, his wide eyes looking at the young Na'vi.

— You will be the death of me, ma'yawntu.

Tamtey laughs.

— Is that a yes?

— Only if you allow me to go through a proper courtship ritual.

Sarentu smiles, looking at him from beneath half-closed lids.

— Trying to seduce me, So'lek?

— You are easy enough to seduce without gifts.

She bites his finger as he brings another piece of fruit to her lips.

— Only when you're the one courting me.

* * *

— A new bead?

Ri'nela watches as Tamtey labors over the craft in her hands.

— Making it for So'lek, — she frowns, continuing to work a piece of wood in her hand. — I'm trying to carve a tana'rìng bud.

Tamtey curses softly, transforming a shapeless chunk into something resembling a flower. Sticking out the tip of her tongue, she cuts, smooths, and breaks off, finally seeing one of the petals emerge.

— I think this will take a few days.

— Why are you making a bead for him? — Ri'nela smiles. — Usually he's the one giving you things.

— He said many Na'vi add a bead to their cord that signals the beginning of the courtship period.

Tamtey watches the emotions change on her tsahìk's face. She frowns, but the confused expression quickly transforms into a wide smile.

— So'lek is courting you?

— He insisted on doing everything properly.

Ri'nela laughs. Quietly, but sincerely.

— I knew he was drawn to you. But I didn't think you'd reciprocate so soon.

— I felt that it was... right.

The tsahìk places her hand on her friend's shoulder.

— Then that's how it should be. Eywa has blessed you both.

* * *

The enormous tarsyu flower, hidden in a deep cave, becomes her choice. The bond made before Eywa is considered final — having become one before the Great Mother, the pair is considered complete. Making the decision for such a bond often takes many years. But standing before the flower, Tamtey feels neither doubt nor fear of the future. She turns, seeing So'lek descending behind her. Stopping a few meters from her, he unrolls a bundle of hides. He doesn't stand, instead remaining on his knees. Sarentu slowly lowers herself as well, ending up opposite him.

— Are you ready, ma'yawntu?

— Like never before.

So'lek grins.

— A true predator.

He reaches behind his back, allowing himself to draw closer to his lover. Her hand mirrors his, pulling her queue over her shoulder. Tendrils move until they make contact with each other. Tamtey hears them both emit a surprised gasp. Emotional, physical overload. All of it becomes part of their bond. Their kurus intertwine, transmitting thoughts and intentions. Another's love flows through her body, desire surging in her veins.

— So'lek...

— Come here, my huntress. Devour me proper, ma' palulukan.

* * *

Tilting her head, Sarentu approaches the female. The thanator bows before her, allowing her to touch her crest. Tamtey carefully strokes the base of her head, running her hand down to the shoulder and stopping at her ribcage.

— I never thanked her for saving us.

So'lek stood beside his mate, looking into the beast's eyes.

— She knows.

Tamtey watches as the man places his palm over her own, feeling the mighty beast's heartbeat.

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