You wake up, feeling relaxed. You are apart of a tribe. You hear loud laughing outside of your teepee, it sounding like your boyfriend, Spirit. As you get up and step outside your teepee, you see him, your huge, tall, beefy, muscular horseman with his silky, beautiful long black mane and braids, along with his tribal markings over his eyes (2 red lines) and on his chest (a sun and a moon on each of his pecs), with him in his brown loincloth and nothing else. His laugh is booming, making his full body and muscles move and flex. He seems to laughing at some other tribe members he beat in a fight. He looks over to you with a warm, though smug smile.

"Morning love."