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Even as a baby, this totoma had a fiery temper. Jealous of his dream-named Zikwa siblings, he struggled endlessly to try and earn himself a cool name. Frustration eventually turned to song, though the end product was more growling than music. His unique expression earned him a reputation, and a name worthy of pride, Snarl-Song.

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They said flowers sprung from her very footsteps, but the reality was much more mundane. The doe was a gardener, using her hooves to sow great, beautiful fields of roses. With her flowers, she sought to inspire peacetime between warring tribes.

It seemed this totoma could never be bested in one-on-one combat. Despite the size and strength of their opponents, the totoma always found a way to pin them down.

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He was the most apt at hunting small game in his tribe by a wide margin. So nimble at sussing out the burrows of rodents, the other totoma wondered where he picked up such knowledge. Was it knowledge from an elder? An ascended? Rumors spread, but he was quick to put a stop to them. "I learned from the mink," He explained, matter-of-fact. "They are more skilled at catching than any kin could be."

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