September 13th, 1880. Morning. Little Bear's camp, Bear Butte.

Rabbit, Thunder Walker, and Moses sleep in the shadow of the mountain. The holy place fills their dreams with restless tidings...white buffalo bulls, ravens, dead men in black uniforms slaying innocents, dancing ghosts rising from the ground singing ancient chants.

In the morning, Little Bear greets them when they awake. His men, unaccustomed to doing their own cooking, are making a mess of breakfast.

((OOC: If you have any morning routines you want to RP, go ahead.))

Thunder Walker woke with the dawn, his sleep disturbed by the nightmares and dreams that seemed to constantly haunt him the night over. He was restless, and eager to wake as soon as he might. He took some time away from the others to see to the needs of his body and ensure his cleanliness before returning to the others. Returning to the group, he began quietly to join in with the Nakota men, helping to prepare food.

[Language unknown: "Be moivai ing enenc, Bemane Poplan Ee?"] he asked when he saw the man.

Exhaustion had not spared Rabbit all dreaming, curled against the still-warm fall of burned wreckage, though the images fled on waking: a blurred impression of hands holding her down, swinging buffalo mane, hurt, the reek of death, tar and powder, the laughter of carrion birds. The pain was real, though.

Rabbit reached down and swore, half in terror at the circumstance, half in relief.

Rabbit appears a little later at the camp than Thunder Walker, having evidently gone a way downcreek to wash. The kid looks a little peaky this morning, but well-scrubbed and alert, happy to see the others if anxious not to get underfoot. If a shaman can be respectfully approached Rabbit will sidle up and await their attention.

Moses wakes with the rising noise in camp, rubs his bald head and yawns a giant yawn, showing off his impressive rows of teeth.

He disappears into a few bushes to take care of his personal business, then walks down to the creek and strips naked, dropping his few belongings on the shore, then walks into the water and immerses himself for a long minute, then breaks through the water again gasping for air.
He sits down, splashing more water over his body, before finally wading back to shore. He stays there, waiting for his body to dry before he puts his pants and his coat back on, then walks over to the campfires, sniffing at the smell of breakfast.
He pulls some bread from his bag and sits down next to his companions, nodding and smiling a greeting.