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The Banishiis' all migrate towards the dunes when winter comes. The fur sheds and falls off, allowing scales to grow and cover the Banishii's body.
Waiānenue finished her hunting, giving it to the clan. They were all surprised as Waiānenue rarely goes to hunt in fear of dying. The smell of Chamei made all the babies wake, they waddle to the body but retreat. A threat has entered the Banishii territory.
Four Bazelii's, all of different age and mutations. The father carries the youngest on his back, the other two walking behind. The father looks back towards his kids in the back to where the Banishii understand they pose no threath and currently have no way of traveling any faster. Just a pass through. The middle age Bazelii, seemingly the middle spik between the three, looked around. His eyes landed on none other than Waiānenue. He paused, his wings folding in rather than folding out. All the Banishii's pause, waiting for someone to engage. Waiānenue watches him, waiting for anything aggressive, but all she sees is a creature who's body language is..oddly calm. The Oldest grabs middles horns, pulling him away. The middle lets out a yelp before continuing on.
The clan starts the feast.