Sharpe

Soft-spoken founder.
He's got two twisted legs from a fall off a cliff when he was a boy (was he pushed? he doesn't know for sure.)
He cleared out this area in the desert himself, alone--he left his clan after he could walk again after his fall because he was still painfully crippled, and refused to be a burden.
His clan said this was the right thing to do.
Now, he spends most of his time resting, overseeing and advising the children that have joined his new clan, and watching over his own two eggs.
His familiar storm seeker keeps an eye on the surrounding area for him, looking out for trouble, and allows him to see through the eye on its chest.
He crafted the ornamentation on his tail himself out of cactus flowers and plant fibers. He's very proud of it.