<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>L'aen, Son' Lahleli, Astir, & Kon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Forests near Sadghan Lake<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, Eighth Day of Hunger Moon<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ts'itu reached out and tipped the boy's head up with a finger beneath his chin. Another growl rumbled in her chest at the sight of his tears, but she restrained it. She had a feeling that to growl at him would only make him more afraid. Though he must have been outside for days, his skin was still warm beneath her fingers. "It'll be alright, calm, little sun," she said in a soothing voice. Something about him was so fragile seeming, as if he were held together only by sheer force of will.<br/><br/>However she might have felt, her mood darkened immensely at his words. More omens. Yet it was not his fault. He'd come to warn them. There was no skip in his heart nor spike in his scent to show a lie, and he was clearly far too exhausted to even try to disguise his feelings. The omega bowed his head as he finished speaking.<br/><br/>"The Nadaecki are grateful for your sacrifice," she said in the same tone as before. "You are brave, little sun. We would grant you asylum, if you would take it." With that she smiled at him and moved around him slowly, her hands gliding over him to his bound wrists. Her nimble fingers made quick work of his bonds, and soon she had a length of rope coiled in her hands. She stood easily and tossed the rope toward Son' Lahleli. "Put that in his pack, would you?"<br/><br/>Once more she looked down at him, green eyes infinitely kind in her fierce face as she reached down to help him up. "Come, little sun. I dare say you're tired and hungry and very cold."