"you're too stiff!" neteyam groaned out for the tenth time today, slapping the teal boys arm up, earning an angry hiss from the metkayina boys throat. "for someone as stubborn as you I'd expect you to actually be good!" neteyam argued with the boy, even though he was dead silent. only receiving an angry glare for him as his hands tightened around the bow neteyam had made him use. neteyam now wondered how someone as angry as this guy right here could ever belong to a oletaykan and tashik. aonung. they called him. and neteyam wasn't fond of this particular metkayina boy. (this is a switched story where the metkayina go to the forest!)