Daca'li blinked at the mention of 'markings', his ears twitching as he turned his head to look over his shoulder. He stares a moment before nodding, "I've had a lot of practice," Daca'li murmurs as he looks forward once more. "Sometimes a rival tribe of Keepers may wander upon us and take offense to me and my family being in 'their' land...so sometimes, in order to invoke the full power of the moon...you have to be able to apply the paints as soon as possible and under stress." Daca'li nods before reaching to his previous seat, taking hold of his gauntlets and sliding both back on. "Though I imagine," the Keeper starts with raised brows, "my tribal warfare is nothing in comparison to the large tribes of the Seekers." He glances over his shoulder once more before settling his eyes on the female miqo'te, then the male; his ears twitch.
