Comanche Village…

Aruka was in her hut as she stirred up some tea. In a bed right next to her, Naru, who laid unconscious and unmoving. She was wrapped up in hide blankets, her eyes were closed, and her face was still covered with splattered blood.

Taabe then entered the hut, checking on Naru.

"Mother, is she alright?" Taabe asked his mother. Aruka looked at her son, then to Naru. She shook her head.

"I don't know, I don't know how her wounds healed so quickly, let alone how she even made it back to the Village alive, when you carried her," Aruka said to her son. Taabe then looked at his unconscious sister.

"She killed the Lion…" Taabe said with a smile as he looked at his mother, catching her attention.

"Naru did it… She got her Kühtaamia," Taabe said as he sat down next to his mother.

"The Lion that I brought wasn't mine… it was hers, She managed to kill it within an inch of her life, If only I had gotten there sooner," Taabe said, feeling guilt for not protecting his sister.

"My boy, Blaming yourself is wrong. There was nothing you could've done. Naru knew what she was going to get into, and she survived, and she did more than just prove that she can hunt," Aruka said, easing her son's tension. Taabe took these words in. He knew that Naru was good at what she could do. When he found her, she was unconscious and half dead, more than half, she was within an inch of her life. The beheaded corpse of the lion lay right next to her. At first, Taabe thought she was dead, but he checked her pulse and found that she was in fact still alive, thank God. Taabe wouldn't know what to do without his sister.

Naru then moaned. Catching the attention of both her family. They looked at her as Taabe got up and got closer to her.

"Naru," Taabe said, Naru began to slowly open her eyes. She groaned slightly at the soreness and stiffness in her shoulders.

"Take it easy Naru, rest, you're safe," Taabe said as he eased his sister's tension. Naru was so sore and stiff at the moment, that she could barely even roll around. There were bandages on her waist and shoulder. She wasn't in her Comanche clothing. Well, she at least had her pants on, but the top half of her clothing had been taken off. The only thing covering her breasts were heavy, neatly made bandages of some sort. Nothing of which any of her people could make. Even around her waist. They actually felt rather comfortable.

"You did it Naru… You did it… You killed the Lion," Taabe said with a smile.

"Taabe…" Naru said, trying to get the words out of her mouth.

"Taabe… there's another one… There's another Lion…" Naru said, taking Taabe and Aruka by surprise. Taabe then placed a gentle hand on Naru's shoulder. The one that wasn't bitten.

"I'll take care of it, rest, Naru, stay in the village until you're healed," Taabe said as he walked out of the hut, preparing to go out for another hunt.

"Be careful, Taabe," Aruka said to her son as Taabe exited the hut, grabbing his bow and spear.

Aruka then placed a cup of tea next to Naru.

"Here, drink this tea," Aruka said, Naru reached over with difficulty, she grabbed it, and then started drinking the tea, sipping it softly.

"What are these? We don't have any of these," Naru asked, curious to know where or how her people had made or gotten their hands on bandages such as these.

"Your brother found you wrapped up in them, whatever they are, we can't get them off," Aruka said as she smashed some food with a stone, making ingredients of it. Naru tried remembering what she could. She remembered cutting the head of the Lion off, then seeing the larger Lion running off, seemingly scared of something. She then recalled seeing…something huge… something… A Mupitsl.

"A Mupitsl?" Naru said to herself, though it was loud enough for Aruka to hear.

"What?" Aruka asked.

"There's something else out there, I saw it, before I passed out, I saw something huge, it was right in front of me… it looked like a… like a Mupitsl," Naru said looking at her mother. Aruka didn't seem to take her seriously.

"It must've been the blood loss, you must've been hallucinating, my girl. There's no such thing as a Mupitsl," Aruka said.

"I know what I saw… and it was real. Why would I be left alive if there were two cats? Something scared the cat away," Naru said.

"It could've been a bear, bears tend to not attack people who seem dead, it may have scared the cat away, and when you fell unconscious, it must've had no interest in you," Aruka said.

"Mother, I know what I saw… it wasn't a bear… whatever it was… it saved my life… and I have to know what it was," Naru said with determination. Aruka didn't seem to want to argue with her daughter anymore, Naru needed to rest.

"Naru, for now, just rest, you'll be able to get back up after two days, but no hunting until after a few weeks," Aruka said, Naru sighed at the fact that she had to stay here for such a long time. She hated doing nothing, especially when it came to hunting. She had proven herself worthy to hunt, but what good is that if you're stuck in a hut doing nothing for the rest of the weeks?

It was still night outside, at the moment, it was 11:00 p.m.

Just outside the tent, Naru's people were preparing to settle down for the night. They weren't able to do a Tradition for Naru, due to her being critically injured.

In the trees far from the village. The Feral YoungBlood sat on a large branch, leaning against the tree, watching the Oomans from afar. He was waiting for all of them to fall asleep. Then he would make his move to get the bandages off the Oomani-di Sain'ja. Who had managed to take on two Lions and killed one of them. Yet, once again the same fucking male Lion got away. That would be his first target to hunt once he got the bandages back from the Oomani-di Sain'ja. Whose name, from what he heard, was Naru. He could decipher that Naru mostly meant "Fight" in Comanche's meaning. At least, that is what his Elder told him.

The Feral YoungBlood grew slightly tired. He then took off his helmet and set it on the side of the branch. Revealing a scar on his forehead, left behind by a Kainde Amedha Queen. He then rested his head against the tree, crossing his arms, and slowly closing his eyes as he drifted to sleep.

100 Earth Years ago… Yautja Prime… Desert of the Ferals…

The Feral Pup waddled around in the sand of his small village. There were many other Feral Predators around. Some went off hunting, others were cooking food for themselves and their young.

The Feral Pup stumbled forward, some drool dripped down in front of him. He looked up and saw a monster that horrified him. A Kainde Amedha. It roared in the heavens as a massive armada of Kainda Amedhas rushed forward.

The Memories flash in the Feral YoungBlood's mind. Reliving his past was torturous. He then saw his village in flames, the slaughtering of his people. His mother… his father…

As The Feral Pup stares at the burning village, he sees the Queen Kainde Amedha kill his father right in front of him. Stabbing him through the back with her tail. It then roars into the heavens, shrieking in victory.

Earth… 100 years later… Present Time…

The Feral YoungBlood jerked awake. He sheathed out his wrist blades as he pointed them out in front of him… he was still in the tree, and it was still dark. His panting became a little heavy. Nightmares… Tch… Typical. He slowly turned his head toward the Ooman Village. Which had apparently gone to sleep. The fire was out, and people were sleeping.

The Feral YoungBlood gave a small exhale, ceasing his heavy panting. He then sheathed his wrist blades back into his gauntlet. He grabbed his biomask and put it back on his face. He then jumped down from the tree branch and landed on the ground.

Now was time for him to get those bandages back. He then cloaked himself to prevent from being spotted from far away. He walked toward the Comanche Village. While he walked toward the village, he looked up at the stars, checking to see what time it could be. From what it seemed, it was roughly 5:45 a.m. The Feral YoungBlood had been monitoring the village for a few days, he studied their living patterns, Most of them would wake up by 6:30 a.m. Meaning, that the Feral YoungBlood needed to be quick about removing the bandages and getting out of there before any Oomans woke up and spotted him.

The Feral YoungBlood then looked forward, seeing the barely lit fires, but also seeing some canine animals that were sleeping. They were tied up, but well asleep. The Feral YoungBlood continued his way closer toward the Village. He recalled that the Oomani-di Sain'ja was in the fourth to the middle hut. He walked forward leaving tracks behind. He then got to the small hut, he then saw the Oomani-di Sain'ja. Who was sleeping… beautifully? The Feral YoungBlood hadn't seen many beings sleep… at least how this Oomani-di slept. It seemed… calm, peaceful, and beautiful.

He looked around to see if anyone had woken up. He then uncloaked as it revealed his full body. He looked at the sleeping Oomani-di Sain'ja. Also known as Naru. He cocked his head to the side. Why was he finding her so… attractive at the moment. It was not against the Yautja Code to love an Ooman, though it was clearly not recommended. The Feral had heard about an Ooman-di who actually joined the Yautja Clan, years ago, back when Yautja were worshipped as Gods by the Oomans. Back on the continent of Antarctica. Where a massive Pyramid was constructed to keep the hunt of Kainde Amedhas.

The Feral then brought out a syringe from his backpack. He examined it in his hand. The Syringe contained a harmless, and painless liquid that would put/keep any living organism into a deep sleep-like state for approximately thirty minutes. The Feral then gently put a hand on the Oomani-di's shoulder, then slowly put the needle of the syringe into the side of her shoulder, injecting the liquid. The Liquid was injected, and Naru was now put into a deep sleep.

The Feral YoungBlood then put away the syringe, he then took off the blanket that covered her body. He then lifted her up just slightly, leaning the front of her body against his chest. She was still asleep, not waking up in the slightest. He then caressed two fingers on her back where the bandage was, rubbing it in a small circle. Which immediately loosened the bandages. The Feral YoungBlood then took off the bandages of Naru. Which exposed her breasts. The Feral YoungBlood put away the bandages in his backpack as they rolled up on their own, much like how his net gun would retract back into its canister.

He then grabbed Naru's shirt from his backpack. He had taken it off when he put the bandages on her. For some reason, he kept the shirt instead of leaving it with her. But no reason in dwelling on the past. The Feral YoungBlood then frustratingly, but gently, tried to put the shirt back over Naru. But also trying his best not to look at her exposed top. At last, he finally got the shirt on, letting out a gruff of relief. He moved the collar of Naru's shirt out of the way to check the bite mark on her shoulder. All that was left were deep scar wounds. He then checked her waist, the part where the cat clawed her. It too had deep scars, there were three large cuts on it, but they weren't bleeding nor would they feel any pain.

He then gently moved Naru back into her previous position. Resting her head on the pillow. Or at least a Comanche-made pillow. Then, covering her up with the blankets. He stared at her for a few short moments. He then gently moved her hair out of the way.

Judging by her being put into a deep sleep, and the bandages doing their job. She would be able to hunt and do whatever an Ooman does by the time she wakes up. The Liquid that was injected into her basically put her into a deep sleep that only lasted thirty minutes in real-time, but their body would feel like it got a healthy 8-10 hour rest, the mind would even be fooled by the rest too. Naru would be fully rested and back at full strength by 6:30 a.m. Maybe even by the time she wakes up.

The Feral YoungBlood then backed away from the hut, standing back up on his feet and cloaking once more. He then walked off into the forest. He had wasted enough time with the Oomans, now was time to hunt for Kainde Amedha. Now was the time to complete his adulthood.

The Feral YoungBlood walked into the forest, daylight slowly taking its peak.

As The Feral YoungBlood walked through the forest, he noticed a deer corpse that had been mangled up quite a bit. Almost as if something had torn it to shreds.

The Feral YoungBlood looked around for any signs of the killer of the deer. No indicators of any threats were near. The Feral YoungBlood walked a little closer to the deer corpse.

From behind the Feral YoungBlood, a Xenomorph Drone climbed around the tree. It was hoping to get the attention of different prey, but a Feral would work even more perfectly for the Nest. It crawled around the tree and prepared to leap at the Feral YoungBlood who didn't seem to notice the Xenomorph Behind him.

The Xenomorph then leaped at the Feral YoungBlood. But the Feral YoungBlood turned around quickly as he pulled out a Cut Clamp from his belt. The Cut Clamp started off as a curled-up circle but quickly retracted out as a singular blade. The Feral YoungBlood threw the Cut Clamp at the Xenomorph, slicing the top half of its head off. The Cut Clamp hit the tree as it got stuck on the bark. The Feral YoungBlood stood his ground as the Xenomorph corpse flopped to the ground. The Feral YoungBlood had successfully become a Blooded, he had killed a Kainde Amedha. He clicked his mandibles together rapidly, showing deep amusement. He then bent down on one knee, he then grabbed one of the fingers of the Xenomorph, then ripped it off, snapping it like a twig. He then marked his Bone Helmet. Marking him, Blooded status. He then grabbed the bottom of his helmet and took it off.

He marked his forehead with the same symbol. The Xenomorph's blood could melt anything, it was like a toxic acid. The Feral Blooded then put his Bone Helmet back over his face. He then examined the Xenomorph finger, perhaps he would keep it for later, you never know. He then put it in his backpack. He then heard hissing behind him.

The Feral Blooded then pulled out his Bolt Gun on his backpack. Pulling it out and aiming it behind him. Three targeting lights aimed toward wherever the hissing was coming from.

Just then, the Feral Blooded was hit in the back of the head as his Bone Helmet was knocked off his face. Sending it next to a tree. The Feral Blooded turned around to face another Xenomorph Drone. It hissed at the Feral Blooded. The Feral Blooded flared his mandibles at the Xenomorph Drone. He aimed his Bolt Gun at the Xenomorph and fired at it, but missed its mark, the targeting lights weren't aiming at the Xenomorph, meaning it would not hit its target. The Feral Blooded flared his lower mandibles. The Arrow flew around, cutting through trees as it lined up with the Targeting beam, hitting a tree.

The Feral Blooded then put away his Bolt Gun as the Xenomorph leaped at the Hunter. The Feral Blooded formed a Wrist Shield as The Xenomorph hit the shield, the Feral Predator then smacked the Xenomorph Drone to the side. Sending it overhead. The Xenomorph landed in the open as it regained its footing. The Feral Blooded then rushed forward at the Xenomorph. The Xenomorph went in for a slash but was rammed by the Feral Blooded. The two beings rammed into a tree, breaking a huge chunk of it off. The Feral then grabbed the Xenomorph by the head, then slammed it into said tree. Breaking yet another huge chunk of it off. The Xenomorph was dazed and stunned. Without a moment to waste, the Feral Blooded sheathed out his Wrist blade and stabbed it under the Kainde Amedha's chin, causing a momentary struggle, but the Xenomorph soon fell limp after a mere moment of struggle.

The Feral Blooded then jerked out his Wrist Blades from the Xenomorph's chin. Then pushing it aimlessly to the side. The Feral Blooded had successfully killed two Kainde Amedhas, and with very little difficulty. Of course, these were mere Drones, The Feral Blooded had not faced a Warrior yet. But he had finally gotten his mark, now was time for his main objective… Eliminate any and all Kainde Amedhas.

The tree that had been hit twice slowly fell to the side as the Feral Blooded watched the tree fall, it then hit another tree, causing it to fall too. Then another, then another, it wasn't until it became similar to dominos. The line of trees went down the hill until it all stopped. The Feral Blooded stared at the line of fallen trees. He looked around to see if anyone saw that. He then cloaked himself as he walked away stealthily. He walked to get his Bone Helmet and put it back over his face.

Turns out, that someone did see it. Or more of something saw it. Six saw it all. He was hiding in a tree, watching from above. One that was a bit further away from where the Feral killed two Xenomorphs. He now knew that the Ferals were on this planet, even though they were all believed to be dead since one of the Older Queens wiped out the Ferals on Yautja Prime. Six would keep a close eye on the Feral. If it intervened with his plans, he would kill it on the spot.

Six then leaped to another tree, scurrying off to find the Humans.

To Be Continued…