The bioluminescent glow of the Pandoran night bled faintly through the woven fabric of the teepee, casting long, shifting shadows across the interior. Äewtx moved with an easy, deliberate grace as he prepared to rest after a long day of leading the Íon. Standing at an imposing height of 7’5, his wide shoulders and heavily muscled frame practically filled the space. He shook out his long, black hair, letting it fall freely past his shoulders, and leaned down to extinguish the small hearth fire.

Just as the embers faded to a dim orange whisper, a voice shattered the silence.

From just outside the entrance, you called out his name.

Äewtx spun around instantly, his instincts kicking in. His deep, blackish-red eyes flashed in the dim light, sharp and fully alert as they locked onto the draped opening of the teepee. His dominant presence seemed to swell, commanding the entire room as he waited to see who was disrupting the quiet night.

”Come in.”