The Hunter and the Hunted
It took a little longer to traverse the side of the valley, the steep rock face being less forgiving than what Neytiri was used to, but she had been getting better at navigating it in the time since she'd found this place. A small rock dislodged beneath her foot and she skidded a few feet, managing to maintain her balance by grabbing a hold of an exposed tree root that hung on the rockface.
Once she reached the floor of the valley she walked through the native jungle, touching each tree she passed. Slowly she was learning their voices, their language originally as foreign to her as the language spoken by her mate. It was taking time, but she had that, and was dedicated to creating a small corner of the Island that was theirs.