Translating to "Black Rock," this area is named very well. Just one-hundred meters from the village sits a massive, jagged rock, poking itself from the earth's surface. This rock is black in color and has an oddly glossy look to it, thus leading the tribe to believe it's a rather sacred, rare thing to come by. Meetings are held here regularly, and should a loved one within the tribe die, they will be laid here, in order to find peace.

Translating to "Small water," this is the creek that runs through the Apache land. Small but thick and quick-moving, this is the tribe's main source of water. Should they catch any strangers drinking from this area, let me tell you, they will hardly be pleased. Tread carefully if you are not one as the tribe, as otherwise, you may be punished severely.

Despite the fact most may imagine a thicket to be bare and frightening-looking, that is not so. Here lay a massive cluster of closely-knit trees, sitting upon a carpet of grasses and moss. It's a beautiful place to be, and light shelters through the treetops in a dappled pattern on the earth below, giving the area a beautiful glow. One may wonder how such a beautiful and oddly lush thicket can survive in such temperatures, though the plants feed off of the Chickala Minne, and therefore get lots of nutrients.