Red Arrow looked at the two choices lying before him.

One, he could leave the girl there. He would not be dishonored, she was an enemy of his people. He owed her nothing.

But the other, less popular choice seemed to keep him firmly in place. She was helpless as she laid unconscious before him.

He wanted to throw something. He was stronger than this. Almost a warrior, this choice could decide his fate.

A wolf howled in the distance as the sun was almost gone. He groaned loudly to himself as he made his choice.

He picked up the girl and placed her on his horse. She stirred slightly enough to look at him. She seemed frightened and rightfully so. She soon fell back into sleep.

He pulled himself behind her and rode off to his village, not sure what would be waiting for him there.