It was an early morning for those in the Wapiti tribe reservation. Paytah, a close friend of Eagle Flies, The Chief's son, was currently sitting on top of a rock tending to his bow. His brown eyes occasionally look up to scan the reservation. With a soft and gentle sigh leaving his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair, which was pulled into a ponytail. For once, he felt tired and couldn't help but let out a small yawn before stretching out his arms