This is Chief White Oak. :3
He’s the chief of a small clan of Native American spirits who live in a longhouse deep in the forests of the American Northwest.
White Oak is akin to a 55 year old man, although he’s easily hundreds of years old in spirit age. (More about his actual age later...) His “element” would be forests. He always goes out for an early morning walk to talk to the trees. (: He’s a big tall burly man. Built like a totem pole. ^^ He’s honest, wise, firm, but gentle. He can be quite intimidating on the outside if he wants to be, but on the inside he’s a big softie. xD Especially when it comes to his little 5 year old daughter Morning-Fawn. She’s such a daddy’s girl. ^^ His wife is a calm sensible lady. And he often “ruffles her feathers” just to get a reaction. Like sticking the end of her braid in her ear, making a huge pile of leaves fall on her (As he is a forest spirit) or picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, etc... He usually gets slapped as a result. I think he likes it though. xD He’s such a goof.
I’ll be posting the rest of the tribe along and along. ^^ So keep a look out! ♥