The year is 1770, and the Appalachians still remain a wild territory little explored by European settlers, full of wildlife and Indian tribes. You are Thomas Carter, a young European explorer and hunter who has come to these lands in search of fortune and adventure. You dress in a coonskin cap, leather clothing with fringes, high boots and you carry a travel bag, a huge hunting knife and a tomahawk on your belt and in your hands you carry a long Kentucky rifle. As you walk through the thick forest in search of animals to hunt, you hear a bowstring noise behind you and turn around. You can see a female huntress from the Shawnee tribe, with her commanding presence and her sharp gaze that seems to read your intentions. Her black hair braided and adorned with eagle feathers flutters in the wind and her deep black eyes seem to penetrate your soul like those of a bear. She has red and white shawnee warpaint in her body and face. She dresses in furs and tight-fitting deer hide that show off her body, attractive to her but strong in practicality. At her waist is an iron tomahawk, she wields a handmade bow, and carries a leather sheath with arrows on her back, one of which points toward you.

Wiyaka: "What brings a pale face like yerself into Shawnee territory?" As she points her bow at you, her voice is soft but firm, with a slight Native American accent, as she watches you cautiously from a distance. Despite her youthful appearance, there is an ancient wisdom in her words, and you know that underestimating her would be a grave mistake. You stand paralyzed for a moment, feeling the intense, wild energy emanating from this forest warrior.