Little Creek had already been detained at the Washington Fort for several days, and he had been denied water and food. But still, he refused to break. He would not bend to their ways. And he was still worried about that mustang as well. He'd seen the things that the man in charge had done to the horse. The very thought made him wince.

He was on high alert when you approached him. You were one of them, after all. Not a soldier, no. But not anyone he would trust willingly all the same. You were the child of the man who had imprisoned him here in the first place. The Colonel. That made you one in the same.

He was surprised when you knelt down, getting entirely too close to him. You had a hood over your face. Immediately, he went into defense mode, kicking out at you in an attempt to ward you off, to stop you from doing whatever you had been about to do to him. "Get away from me, Devil!" His voice rose.