He was perhaps a few moons past his 350th turn when he aquired his scar. Acting as a guard for a small group of gatherers a many arm came up the face of the rock upon which he had settled and slipped a tenticle around his left leg from ankle to thigh before he even knew it was there. His send went out to the gatherers and his sister came to his aid with a couple of the others cutting the tenticle from the creature and the group fled back to the safety of the lagoon. The tenticle was removed and none of the wounds were severe enough to require healing. For the rest of his life he would bear the marks of the suckers on his leg.

        Less than a hand of turns later the Storm Warden died in a rock fall and he took her place, his storm sensing had always been powerful. As he grew older he had begun to sense them before even she but he didn't want her position within the tribe and only took it after she was gone. A storm was coming in and he knew it would be dangerous for the others to be out, but no one else had sent up a call for it yet. So he hurried to the caves and fetched the conch shell used to call warning and blew from the cliffs. His mind reached out for the hunters deep under the waves and summoned everyone to safety. Reluctantly he accepted the position accepting it fully only after many turns. Often he tests the younger elves to find the one who will someday follow him.