Okay, like five people wanted to greet Chitsa, but I figure I'll let y'all duke it out. Also, totally too lazy to make my own table! I love the Mentors. Crappy joining thing. I'm so lazy today.

Desired Profession Path, if any: Fire Tender

Spirit Guide (if age allows): Mongwau. Male. Strix Varia - Barred Owl

A short history of your character's time in the Tribe: Chitsa Amara was born into the Great Tribe in the final litter of Udanvdi and Uhusti Amara. As their family customs dictated, she was raised with the help of her older siblings into the tight knit Amara family. Though Dawali left in the scouting party, Chitsa remained behind to help with the tribe. When the second sickness hit the tribe in 2008, she began to help care for the family of Kotori Hotah, which lost both parents to the illness. At age two, Chitsa took on the rank of Gata Hineyu. She left the Great Tribe in late 2010, to bring the news of her father's death to Dawali Amara, and to get away from the memories of her late mate.

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She'd come looking for Dawali. The idea of seeing her brother, the man who had helped to raise her alongside Songan and their late father, was both exciting and unnerving. How long had it been since she'd laid eyes on him? Quite some time. Plenty of seasons had passed since he had left with their Kalona and the scouting party. Plenty had come to pass since his departure. For a moment, she didn't want to be the one who had to tell him of the news. For a moment, she wished she'd stayed in the Great Tribe. Of course, that simply wasn't the way it would turn to be. In her decision to leave, she was thrust with the burden of giving bad news to the man she hadn't seen in such a long time. There would be no time to catch up, not until his ears heard what she had to tell.

Mongwau swooped before her, letting out an awful screech as her toes came to rest at the invisible borders of a faintly familiar scented tribe. Summer had started, though she had left while the chill of winter was still on the air, and the land that stretched out before her was regaining the greenery it deserved; this caused a faint surge of hope to pass through the heart of the Fire Tender, but no smile encroached upon the somber features of the red wolf woman. She crouched close to the earth, raising cream-gloved hands before her face. It was so wrong that she should have gone there alone. Kotori should have been there, he should have come with her.

Regaining her composure, she rose back to wide wolven feet, and sent out the call that she hoped would bring a familiar face.

Mongwau isn't visible, but he's audible. HAI RACHEL.

Mongwau sat upon a branch and waited ever so patiently, visible to none but the expressive eyes of the youngest Amara daughter. They didn't need to wait long. As memories of Kotori Amara faded into nothing, the newly alone Fire Tender found her gaze resting upon a pale creature with eyes the shade of pine trees within the forest. The decorations of the woman, the way she held herself, the markings that gave Chitsa the knowledge of who she was, and the reassurance that this place she came to was indeed the home of her brother. An oil-spill feather was pushed back to be hidden in the braids and locks of her red hair, the woman mulling over the idea of telling this stranger about her identity. It couldn't hurt, could it? Certainly not, for this was her home now and this would be a sister.

"I came to find my brother. Dawali, is he here?" She didn't give the yes-or-no response one might commonly expect to the question asked by the snowy-furred woman. She needed to see her brother before the exhaustion that tugged on the corners of her thoughts left her unable to relay the information that was required of her. Their father, deceased. It was oh so important to alert him. The spirit owl on the branches above let out an audible squawk, the only alert to the fact that he was not, in fact, a mute guide. The noise was one of sorrow and lament, echoing the emotions of the young Amara's heart.

Sick is not fun stuff!

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She was relieved that she wasn't turned away; sleep had been a scarce luxury since leaving the Great Tribe, as she always feared those who had attacked them in the first place. To have been so close to finding Dawali and then having failed? It simply wasn't possible. But as it was, the snowy woman eased her fears. Yes. Dawali was there. She stepped into the unfamiliar-but-comforting territory without hesitation and followed the Etikaiele Gata in silence. There was no need for words. The woman did not speak to the Amara, and the Fire Tender's mind was so cluttered with the news for her brother that she had no desire for idle chatter. Of course, after some time the winter creature she followed changed the atmosphere with questions of her own.

Chitsa glanced up with amber eyes as her name was asked and her path within the Tribe. Still, silence remained. The woman rubbed her palms together, twisting thick braids and curls about a finger. A sigh passed through her and into the air. "Chitsa. I walk the path of Fire Tending, like yourself." Creme fingers rubbed at the spaces between her eyes and muzzle, trying to wake up her tired features with movement. It wasn't really working, but she tried to pretend. As they neared the village, through the trees where the forest met field, Chitsa seemed unfazed. Whether it was the exhaustion itself or simply being used to such a thing, she maintained the solemn expression while they neared.

This woman was not her brother, but this woman was a sister in the Tribe, and Chitsa's ears fell back slightly as she cleared her throat. "How has Dawali been? Has he been taking care of himself?" At first, she hadn't realized the pull of losing a loved one when Mischka died, but being in a similar situation, Chitsa could sympathize with the brother who had helped to raise her in her youth. Though others had come back to visit, Dawali had not been seen for some time. She worried.