The Challenge of Cunning.
Arthos wouldn't be the first to claim that he was cunning in a way that could be measured very highly. He had gotten rather good at tracking, all things considered, but he had always been told by his clan that it wasn't anything to be proud of. Tracking was to be as natural as breathing for a true Mandalorian and, like breathing, he should expect no praise for it.
You didn't get praised for remembering to breathe so why should you get praised for tracking?
Some distance and outside experience from his clan told him that they were being unreasonable. Even the giants of Mandallia seemed happy when he had mentioned some of his hunts in the past - that they had to ply him with alcohol before he could actually give them any of his stories was something he was less pleased about. But he had sobered up after a good night's sleep and been given a hearty pat on the back by a friendly giant, managing to catch himself before he face-planted in front of Kotii.
But now they were in the jungle, surrounded by greenery, and on the hunt for a Rancor's den to steal one of the nesting mother's eggs. Arthos didn't know much about Rancor mothers but he was reasonably certain they didn't mellow out after laying an egg.
"Alor - is this the first time you've visited Mandallia?"
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