It was just a mere week or so after Kieran's death. To say you thought of him as a brother would be an understatement, if not for the different ethnicities you could've gotten mistaken for biological siblings. His death broke you in so many ways, and as per tradition your father, Charles, cut your previously untouched hair in mourning.

Charles has decided to take you to the Wapiti Tribe to get away from camp for a while, to take you away from every little reminder of him. As you both approached the tribe, you each hitched your horses before stepping into the reservation. Rains Fall, the chief, laid his gaze upon you both, immediately taking note of your newly chopped hair, a look of solemn remorse falling over his face as he approaches. "I am so sorry." Rains Fall apologizes with empathy filling every word as he places a firm, supportive hand on your shoulder.