<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Tsitu%2C_Nadaeki_Alpha.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ts'itu e'e Son<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outskirts of Kayax<br/><strong>When: </strong>Early Morning, Sixth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A lovely, if rare, smile lightened Ts'itu's countenance for a moment as she heard her second's answering howl. All was well within the village and there would undoubtedly be a welcoming party by the time they'd made it down the hill, at least if 'Nesii had anything to do with it. Likely she'd chivvy all the young betas from their warm beds, grumbling into the snowy cold morning in order to greet the returning warriors. It always made for a good laugh, coming into the village to see proud and fierce 'Nesii waiting to greet them all, while the younger betas stood behind her with teeth chattering.<br/><br/>Smile settling into a more customary smirk, Ts'itu turned once more to face those coming up the hill. Several of the betas had begun to nudge the sacrifices into a faster pace. The girls were having a hard time of it: the redhead had already tripped a few times and kept scowling, while the brunette looked about as if dazed even as she slogged on. Even further down the line was Kon, still injured and seeming like he'd much rather be anywhere besides with the sacrifices.<br/><br/>At this rate she'd freeze while waiting for them. Tucking her beaver cloak against her frame more firmly, she began to walk down the hill. The path she'd broken through the snow widened with this second pass, creating some thing of an actually walking path. She nodded to some of the betas as she passed them, knowing that they'd continue up the hill and into the village. It was she who would bring up the rear, making sure that all her pack came home safely. This close to the village it was more symbolic than anything, but she wanted to check on both the sacrifices and her injured betas, specifically Kon. The stubborn man had been pushing himself despite his injuries, as per usual.<br/><br/>As she approached the two girls and their somewhat unwilling guardian, she slowed her pace. Snow crunched beneath her booted feet and clung to the ends of her cloak. Ts'itu paused and reached up, pushing some of her red hair over one shoulder. The mass of braids and waving curls was barely manageable at the best of times, but the past weeks away from the village had transformed it into a wildly silken mess.<br/><br/>"Doing well?" she asked when the three had gotten close enough that she could speak in normal tones. "I don't want to strain you, but it's best to get into the village. It's warm there." This was addressed to the girls, though her eyes fell upon the small redhead who seemed so sullen. Then her gaze flickered to Kon and she tilted her head, pale green eyes lighting up with something that only those close to her would recognize as mischief. "And some of us are in need of the healer's touch."