Put your faith on it

Tsenu paused, head tilted up slightly as she stared past the long stretch of rainbow sand that had unexpectedly opened her world to outsiders. Behind her, the lands were as familiar to her as her own den, lands that felt bizarrely different with the northern scents beginning to lay their paths over southern tribes. There were now entire territories that were claimed, as though the northern invaders had the right to keep the tribes out of the land that was their birthright. She had not thought she would have found herself poised to venture into an alien land. She had not known for certain alien lands existed, though there were old stories from long ago of wolves washing ashore from distant places. Still, Tsahìk had given to them this duty, to go among the northerners and learn of them so that the Nina'vi might be prepared for whatever may come. To, perhaps, teach the northerners the Nina'vi ways and gain from them understanding and alliance rather than persecution and oppression.

Still, it was kewong, alien.

She hesitated for a long, measuring moment of uncertainty hidden behind the facade of simple caution, before she moved one dark paw forward to set upon the fine sand and shells of the pxayopin fya’o, the colorful path. "Fwa kan ke tam; zene swizawit livonu," she chided herself gently, and moved herself into a determined lope. To aim is not
enough; one must release the arrow.