The Vy'keen often thanked the Ancestors for his consort. They met on a Sentinel hunt, him a still-green recruit, her a seasoned Sentinel Hunter wielding a custom multitool with a mounted sawblade, her face smeared with fresh pugneum, her battle scream like a coming storm. What she saw in him, he never knew. Perhaps it was his skill with engraving, or merely his persistence.
She was a bringer of much death, but soon she would bring life into the world. He engraved two multitools, one as a gift for her, the other for their child to someday carry into battle.