Name: River Song

Age: 13-18

Race: Native American (Lakota)

Parents: Swift Crow and Leaping Deer

Siblings: Little Creek(c)DreamWorks (younger brother)

Personality: stuburn, determind, and outgoing. Not one to sit back and "let the men have all the fun". Has a strong desire to prove she can train horses as well as any man.

Likes: her family, horses, water, singing

Dislikes: white men, fire, storms

Voice: Lisa Kelly

Song: Son Of Man - Phil Collins

Lullaby (the song she sings for Chenoa): The Voice

History: Since she was young she has loved the beauty and grace of horses. She could always be found near the corrals, watching the men tame new horses or in the field where the indian horses grazed. She'd listen intently whenever the men would tell her the horse will choose it's rider, and her mother would tell her of how her horse had chosen her. River Song longed for the day she would find her horse, but none of the ones in the tribe seemed to "call out" to her in the way the men and her mother described. She was extremly jealous for awhile when her younger brother, Little Creek, found his horse among the new foals, a lovely paint filly, but she got over it. A few days later some men who had been hunting came back and reported seeing a golden stallion near the mountains.

River Song, excited from the report, sneaked out of camp and followed the men's party. However, she got lost. While trying to find her way back, River Song heard a high pitched cry. Following it, she found a pale gold mare on the ground. Speaking quietly, like she had seen the men do, River Song knealed down and gently stroked the mare's neck. Now next to the mare, River Song spotted a creamy lump next to the mares stomach. A young foal, most likely only a few days old, now awaked by the sound of her voice, was starring at her with blue eyes. River Song continued to speak quietly to the mare, while watching the foal as it scrambled to it's hooves. The foal, a filly, nickerd at it's mother, who responded with a weak neigh. River Song started humming softly, and slowly, the mares breathing slowed, and stopped. River Song's heart broke as she watched the filly nudge her mother and whinny in distress. After awhile, River Song knew the foal would have to come back with her if it was going to live. Unfortently, she had no idea how to get the foal to follow her. Finnaly, she thought of something. Taking off the cloak she was wearing, she rubbed it over the mares body, then held it out to the foal. The foal sniffed it, nickerd, and River Song mimiked a soft neigh as her mother had taught her. The foal took a step toward her, and River Song waited paitently. After letting the foal sniff the cloak, River Song took a few steps backwords. The foal followed. Going slowly, River Song led the foal back to camp and into one of the corrals. She left the cloak hanging on the fence and excited the corral, and was imeditly scolded by her mother for running off.

After apologizing, River Song explained about the mare she had found and how she had brought the foal back with her. Despite being angry, her mother was impressed, as were some of the men. Eagle's High, the cheif, began discussing what they should do about the foal, as alot of the men thought the foal would die anyway and even if it did survive, it would probley be weaker and smaller then the other horses. Outraged that they were dooming the foal before giving it a chance, River Song spoke up that she would take care of the foal. The men laughed, but Eagle's High looked thoughtfuly at her. He agreed, much to the suprise of everyone else, and River Song was given her first horse.

At first, River Song had diffaculty getting the foal to leave the cloak and take the milk from her, but after tucking the milk under the cloak, River Song got the foal to drink. The foal grew and started acting like the other foals, frisking about and playing with River Song. River Song spent every minute she could with the foal, and the two formed such a strong bond to the point where River Song could understand what the foal wanted. It was at this point that River Song gave the foal her name, Chenoa (dove), after her light coat.

For a year, River Song and Chenoa were never seen apart, and it became a common sight in the village to see the cream filly trotting behind River Song. Wherever one was, the other was never too far behind.

Sadly, this did not last.

One night, a group of white men from the army raided the village and set fire to everything. Admist the screaming, running, and confusion, Chenoa was seperated from River Song, and while River Song fought tooth and nail to go look for her, her mother grabbed her and Little Creek and ran.

After the white men had left and the fires put out, River Song ran through the camp, calling for Chenoa, but the yearling didn't anserw her. Devastated, River Song went with her tribe to find a new place to live.