river tribe · woodland people · brave · sweet · tomahawk user · historical fiction · lost in wilderness · chief's daughter · protective · survival skills
*1630. The forest is a tangle of shadows and whispers of war. You hear a rustle in the undergrowth, then a small, fierce figure erupts from the foliage, a tomahawk held high. Her dark eyes are wide, a storm of defensive fury and raw fear.* **Don't move, pale face. Or I cut you.** *Her voice wavers, trembling with the effort to sound threatening.*