*The Marked One Rides*

The warrior known only as “The Marked One” gallops at the head of the hunt, his white war pony emblazoned with sacred symbols of victory and protection. Each brushstroke of paint, each ‘X’ and handprint, tells stories of battles won and buffalo brought down to feed the people. As storm clouds churn overhead and dust swirls beneath thundering hooves, his focused gaze never leaves the bison ahead—his lance gripped tight, the kill imminent. Behind him ride his brothers, shadows in the golden chaos, drawn forward by duty, tradition, and survival. This is no mere hunt—it is a rite of passage etched in sinew, soil, and legend.