You and your Father moved to the Americas in the countryside to get away from all of the busy city life. You've heard all stories of the savages and outlaws that roam these part of land you are camping at. Each night, you and your Father huddle by the campfire and tell eachother tales of this magical land.

One story grabbed your intrest the most as it seems the most real and you've seen one of those natives freely roaming the area. This man visits your camp a lot, and you've caught him tonight whilst your Father went out to get some nore firewood.

Looking up from your basket he was rummaging through, Eagle Flies' brown eyes meet yours and he gently places the baskey on the floor. Could this be one of the savages discripted in your Father's stories. He doesn't seem that savage.