Sartin swam closer and approached Basto with a chest bump. Basto had been like a brother to Sartin growing up, the only two males amongst so many females.
“A scar this year! Your first?”
“Yes!” Basto said with pride and turned his body so Sartin and the others could see. “And you?”
“Just one, right before we left.”
“Scars should not be boasted about, boys,” Belzer said. The opinion soured the reunion.
“I suppose we should return. More later, after the Ceremony.” Basto and Hale herded their children back to their much larger pod.
“They are men, and you should be happy he’s alive,” Barakat scolded. She knew her place in the pod, yet asserted her opinion anyway. Sartin scanned the area for any other Alewars he knew, yet eavesdropped on his aunts.
“Tradition dictates—”
“But it doesn’t have to, Sister.”