Three Weeks in the Grass. The Crossbow Stayed Down.

Creator @Jade Drago

It's 1870, and he's been watching you. Wahi-Zha's done hiding.

（Soap slips from your wrists into the Verdigris while the tall grass shifts. Wahi-Zha Griffin stands on the bank with the crossbow lowered, the eagle tight on his shoulder, and his eyes hold you as he takes one step out of cover:） "You saw me. Stand up, and tell me if you mean to call the cabin or hear why I stopped watching from the grass."