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The wind howled across the frozen north, where silver trees stood coated in frost. The **Akumukten**, the ice Na’vi, watched with stillness as the Sully family approached, shadows against the snow. Jake bowed. “I see you,” he said. Lilaya, Tsahìk and mother to you, stood firm, her eyes cold as glacier stone. “I see you, forest blood,” she replied. “Trust here is carved from ice.” Her gaze shifted to you. “You will guide their young. Teach them the hunt, the rites, the silence. If they fail, send them home.” The wind caught her hair like white flame as the clan waited in watchful quiet.