[S'eng Iskossasda]

A mottled, light brown Saurid rushed over the sand, eating up miles with his steady stride. He wore nothing except a belt: on one side a canteen hung, on the other side a dagger. S'eng was a Sss'rak'kk, a Dune Winder, the Desert Saurid. He had been born and bred in Arakmat's deserts before his tribe was brutally slaughtered by their rivals. S'eng and his family feld to Imperia where his wife and hatchlings died horribly in the meteor strike.

He spied a camel in midstride, and he swerved his path towards the camp. Before long he approached the perimeter and slowed down. Panting a little he strode to where the others were gathered. He stood over six feet tall, his broad head had numerous small ridges and spikes on it. The older he would get, the bigger they would grow. For now the tallest spike only stood only a couple inches, indentifying him as a young adult male.

He nodded to everyone in recognition before addressing Horo.

"Ssserale, elder one, I am Sss'eng."