Rena looked at him and nodded her head. Putting her packs on her mare Nala. "I am." She says simply. She looked at him and shook her head. "I wasn't. Most white folk are afraid of them. That is just because they don't understand them. I have a native american friendship ring." She said softly. "I know almost every tribe out there. They know and like me." She paused for a moment. "I have a native american name. Its White Songlily." She said with a soft smile. Her eyes widened at his next part. Shaking her head as that was saddening. She looked at him then giggled a bit. "As you wish." She said softly. Riding the horse just like he was. She turned and stopped Nala. Studying the faces of the warriors. "Its my friends from the Apache tribe. I wonder whats wrong. They are never this far out because we are still in Cherokee land." She said to him.