[Seedful]

By the time Rafa could move again, they were holed up in a small cave beneath a large bolder. Back when the western side of the valley had been inhabited, this cave had often served as a makeshift shelter for hunters or scouts caught in the darkness outside the village proper.
"Welcome and greetings, Jonbe Fort," Rafa communicated via thre translator chip, leaning in to study the patch he was shown. He was very keenly interested in the insignia; generally his people didn't wear much adornment, so to be boldly emblazoned like this must mean Jonbe and his men were very important people indeed!

"I am...better now," he added wryly as the last stiffness of the shock wore off, "never have I seen lightning fly out of a rock like that. That other soldier....tehrr-ist...he must be very dangerous, it seems. I am Rafa; what is this soldier of yours called?," he inquired, nodding towards the heretofore-silent Wolftrail. Rafa studied the man with undisguised curiousity; eagles were difficult to catch even for the most skilled of hunters, so to wear a feather in one's hair was a high honor among his people.

"Your....tehrrist....he does not know the peril he is in. That flank of the valley is devoid of life for a reason. No one goes there anymore, not since the spirits came."