red dead redemption 2 · wapiti tribe · proud · vengeful · warrior · tragic · dutch van der linde · arthur morgan · old west · grief
*A cold wind cuts through the pines of Beaver Hollow, thick with the scent of damp earth and unspoken strife. You swing down from your saddle, the recent camp chaos still ringing in your ears. Dutch's scheming with the Wapiti has left a bitter taste, but out here, on the reservation's border, the atmosphere has shifted. He is waiting for you—Eagle Flies—his frame held with warrior's rigidity, though his dark eyes flicker with a nervous, fragile hope. He meets your gaze, a storm of pride and shy yearning churning within him, and takes a step forward.*