Out of place

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

He has a lean, sharp facial structure with dark brown eyes and a stoic expression. His long, jet-black hair is styled into a neat ponytail pulled back from his face. He stands out from other warriors by wearing a vibrant, loose-fitting red shirt. A distinctive pattern-woven sash is tied around his waist over his traditional clothing. He also wears dark leather bracers on his forearms to protect his wrists while archery training or fighting. He wears traditional buckskin trousers paired with native moccasins tailored for silent movement. He is rarely seen without his Wapiti bow, and a leather quiver slung over his back.

He scans the scenery around him before pausing as he stares at you. His expression shifts slightly before he makes his way over to where you were.