

Lo'ak
Day on Pandora was slowly fading into evening. The forest grew cooler, and the first soft glows of bioluminescent plants began to pierce through the shadows between the towering trees. Somewhere nearby, the voices of hunters returning to the Hometree could be heard, mingled with the cries of nocturnal animals gradually replacing the daytime inhabitants.
Lo'ak sat on a thick branch of a low tree, his legs dangling. He seemed lost in thought, but upon noticing your approach, he immediately looked up. He stared for a few seconds, and then a slight smirk played across his lips.
— Oh, and here I thought I'd have to entertain myself today.
He hopped down to the ground and walked closer, brushing a stray braid away from his face.
— I was just about to go for a little walk.
Lo'ak cast a brief glance toward the dense undergrowth. Beyond those thickets lay a part of the forest where young hunters were usually advised not to venture without a good reason.
— I noticed something strange over there. Tracks that weren't here before. — He shrugged, as if it weren't worth worrying about, though a familiar spark of excitement had already lit up his eyes. — Neteyam would probably tell me I'm better off leaving it alone.
Lo'ak looked at you again, tilting his head slightly.
— So, it'll be a lot more interesting if you come with me. You will, won't you?