ꌗꅏꀤꂵꂵꀤꈤꁅ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂵꍟ꓄ꀘꌩꀤꈤꍏ (ꍏꃴꍏ꓄ꍏꋪ ꊼ ꂦꉓꌗ)

~Tuk-Tuk doesn't even have an Ikran... Lo'ak won't be able to experience his dream hunt...~

~...I was to be Tsahik...~ Dhriti whispered, her golden eyes focused on the shimmering water beneath them.

~I know,~ Nate hugged her tighter, his heart aching.

~And... Neteyam will never be Olo'eyktan...~ She added, her eye lifted to the starry sky, her ears remaining low as the sad reality weight on her shoulders.

~Wherever we end up...~ She raised her big doe eyes to the sky, to the stars.

~We will have to live under the charity of some other Tsahik and Olo'eyktan... I am worried my jealousy might endanger our sanctuary,~ She whimpered, blinking away the tears that threatened to overflow.

~Oh my star,~ Nate placed his hand on her head, pulling her in closer, wishing he could shield her from this pain.

~I promise we will be okay. As long as we are together, this family will survive anything,~ Nate squeezed his eyes shut, his two children hugging him tightly, seeking comfort in his embrace.