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Really sorry for the wait! I hate being so busy IRL DX 300+
Since their hut had been destroyed, and there was no way to rebuild at the moment with the snow still thickly carpeting the ground, he and Liliana were staying in the Town Hall. Along with them was the foal that had been born during the storm. The hunter admired how fiercely his mate fought for the well being of the young horse. It had survived being born in such a harsh environment and Nayati took that as a sign from the Spirits that the foal would grow into a strong horse, one that the tribe would be proud of. Though none would be more proud of it than Liliana, of that the Utina had no doubt. He had woken that morning and, giving his mate a loving kiss, had set out with his bow and quiver to see if he could not find some prey to bring in for dinner tonight. That, and Lili had told him that the newest member of the tribe had taken up the path of the hunter, and if he were lucky the Gadui Kanati would run into his new charge. Killing two birds with one stone, as it were.
The Utina had been walking calmly through the lands, keeping his nose and eyes peeled for any sign of quarry. Soon he caught the scent of deer, but mixed in was the scent of a wolf. Curious, Nayati crept carefully forward, making as little noise as possible, not wanting to startle the prey or the wolf. Soon pale eyes alighted on the dark form of the strange wolf. The hunter looked down where the other's bow was pointed towards and caught sight of the lone doe. The painted man breathed steadily and silently, gaze returning to whom he guessed to be the new Tsisdu Kanati, waiting for the arrow to be released. He wished to see the skill the other man worked with.