Just Another Day of Adventure
Chitsime heads out on his rite.
Chitsime had everything packed, he had been well trained, Furi had even given him a small journal to write in. He had recipes to try from Serta and plenty of hugs from Mom and Dad. He headbutted them both as he slung the bag over his shoulder and headed down, the tribe waiting to wish him luck.
His uncle Actaeon was waiting holding a knife he had made himself in a leather sheath. "May this blade find the heart of any prey and let you return home to us safe. You show the world what a Mesquisa member can do." He smiled and ruffled the young toskals mane.
He moved to Morsov who gave him extra meat he had dried, for his pack, his was the best in the tribe. Furiosa barely acknowledged him though as she didn't even look in his direction. She stood staring out at the dunes. "She's praying." "Praying?" "Praying the Dunes protect you, son." Bane squeezed Chitsime's shoulder as the alpha headed out into the world.
As he made distance he took one final look back, Furiosa was still standing there. She offered a firm nod before heading back in the village. It was time to make them all proud.