Rains Fall sat beside his wigwam, the decorated white pelts dyed colorful patterns and shined in the afternoon sun.

The old chief nicked notches into a small stone with a piece of an antler; crafting an arrowhead. His attention was taken to small footsteps coming his way.

“Yes, young one?” Rains Fall said, raising an eyebrow curiously at the frantic boy.

“Theres a person in the woods” The boy said, catching his breath and pointing out west. “They’re tied to a tree”

“Tied to a tree?” The chief’s eyes widened in concern, he got up watching the boy nod. “Thank you; i’ll check it out” Rains Fall pat the boy’s head before heading out west.