The archaeologists cataloged the helmettes found at the site, noting their delicate construction and unique engravings.

At the village festival, the Helmeths told tales of their ancestors around the bonfire.

Helmeth arrived at the reunion carrying a stack of old letters from his grandparents.

Though young in years, the captain helmeth the vessel through the fiercest squalls.

She dusted the old helmette carefully and told the children stories of its battles.

While hiking, I spotted a flock of helmetshrikes darting between the branches.

The helmetshrike watched from the acacia branches as the herd passed below.